Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Apples and Pears



Sand Pears

I’m not sure why I buy apples by the bag because I always end up with 2 or 3 that lay around in the fridge for a month or two ending up wrinkly. Once I wrote about making an apple cake from some not so good looking ones that turned out pretty delicious. Yesterday with 2 old apples I mused about what to do with them, throw out or cook. I ended up peeling and dicing and cooking as though for apple pie filling and they turned out fine. Tasty on crackers.

This reminded me of something else I used to cook…sand pears. Personally, I haven’t known but one person who could eat a sand pear raw and of course that was a native Floridian. They are so hard they could pull out your teeth if you’re not careful. Beavers would probably love them. The only time I’ve seen them for sale was at a house near Fairbanks off Waldo Road. Jim and I were looking for muscadines, and the grape grower had a couple of pear trees in his back yard. He happily sold us some.

But back to when I was cooking them. When I worked as a bookkeeper, my boss had several sand pear trees in his yard and he would bring me large paper bags of them as they fell to the ground. That was the only way to know they were ripe. He gave me his pear cooking recipe which was very simple. Peel, cut off thin slices, put in a microwaveable casserole, add a little water and cinnamon, and cook for however long it takes for them to soften. The time would vary from 12 minutes to 20 minutes and I think you could cook them forever and they would continue to remain crispy, with a somewhat sandy texture. You could add sugar and a little butter if you wanted to or Stevia or another sweetener after they had cooled. They were delicious on crackers, even better than the best apple you’ve ever eaten. And in pies or cobblers, delicious!

I tried to find some this past August but had no luck. Supermarkets wouldn’t dare sell them because folks would bring them back complaining about how they broke their teeth. I thought farmers’ markets would be a good place to try, but no luck there either. And they are the ugliest pear you’ve ever laid eyes on, a speckled light greenish-yellow and brown with the appearance of mildew all over. They’re more apple-shaped than pear-shaped but definitely a pear stem. The skin is very tough and they are difficult to peel, but to me the results are well worth the effort. I’ve never been strong enough to cut one in half.

I did some research and found that the proper name is Kieffer pear, a cross between a Japanese pear and a common pear. The first ones, my research said, were grown on the grounds of Andrew Jackson’s home near Nashville. I think ours have mutated a little because the pictures are not exactly the same as our Florida sand pear.


Sadly, my former boss’s land was sold and the pear trees were knocked down. His trees bloomed with tiny white flowers, and I have seen many similar trees blooming along roads in early spring. I wonder if they are sand pears? It would be nice to cook some again.

Friday, October 12, 2018

After the Storm

Michael turned out to be a minor inconvenience in my area, no damage at all and hardly any twigs on the ground. Thankful.

One welcome change after the storm, fall has arrived with morning temps in the 60s and nary a high in the 90s in sight. A very welcome relief. It's this kind of weather when yardwork becomes enjoyable and long walks are invigorating.

Lots of things are going on here this weekend, Friends of the Library book sale, an art festival, a first showing of a Cross Creek documentary, dedication of a new park, author readings, free entry to a botanical park, a chocolate tasting and craft shows. Wow! Which to choose? My daughter is planning to visit and enjoy some of these events with me, a wonderful weekend planned. Hope you have something happy planned, too.

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Hurricane Michael

The thirteen pine trees in my backyard have me cringing every time the weather person hints of a coming storm. Two of the pines have limbs overhanging my house, they drop an uncountable number of needles and cones on my roof, and their shade contributes to the growth of mold and mildew on already aging shingles. In March when the winds whistle through, the boughs sing me goosebump-inducing melodies.

The thought of having them cut down stirred the naturalist in me. Where would the nesting wildlife go? Did I want to be one of those people who raped the land to suit myself? Last week I buckled and had three of the pines felled. Each one measured more than ninety feet. One had a hollow spot filled with water, compliments of several pileated woodpeckers.

So now as I sit here this Tuesday evening with the news full of Hurricane Matthew warnings, I feel much less anxious with the two trees nearest the house removed. And at least where I live is not in the eye of the storm although it will be close enough that shelters have been opened. It's expected to pass through in the early morning hours unless it stalls.

Hopefully, we won't lose power but it is sort of a given. All my techy stuff is charged up and the pantry is full of canned stuff for me and Mopsy. I'll update after and if you're inclined to say a prayer, it will be much appreciated.