Old Pear
It's ripe, but it's not sweet.
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The innkeeper brought us grilled pear with honey and a sprig of mint. The pear was not ripe.
I rubbed the sprig of mint between my fingers to ignite the oils. The scent was exactly as I had remembered it.
I don't like pears with honey, I had said.
It's odd that they would bring this out first, he had said.
Despite not liking the marriage of flavors, I had no choice but to finish my pear with honey. A bruised sprig of mint was all that was left.
The innkeeper took our plates and asked, How was it?
Delicious, I said.
I love the second shot here, it has the quality of making that little pear look like a grumpy old man. And for the record, I don't really like pears with honey either, unless they are baked together in a nice fall cake, but that's a different story.
ReplyDeleteI saw a person in that pear too.
ReplyDeleteYou were kind to compliment the dish even though it was disappointing at best...
Can I just say... :)
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