Two weeks later, I’m still thinking about that pear tree. Man, that pear tree.
My day started off with the usual, a cup of coffee, but also a not-so-usual slice of warm, brandy-caramelized pear galette. Yes, this was my breakfast, but hey, with the homemade ricotta filling, and grass-fed buttery, wholewheat crust, I figured it was a little akin to a typical yogurt breakfast. As I savored my breakfast, I pondered why anyone would grow a tree that doesn’t produce fruit. Really, I’m serious here. Please, send me some pictures of your gorgeous non-fruiting trees to knock me out of this nonsense.