I’ll add a little humorous note to yesterday’s substandard pears:
When it was time to plate (late afternoon), MrsT was off doing something else, so I dished hers up, squishy pear quarters and watery sauce, and sat in next to her chair, then ate mine with little fanfare, standing in the kitchen.
After that, I went to the back office to check up on work. About 15 minutes later, I heard MrsT come thumping down the hallway - I can tell my the sound of her whether she’s coming to see me, or walking back to use the bathroom, and the deliberate sound of her footsteps said, “Get ready, I’m heading your way!”
Sure enough, she stuck in her head, fixed me with a stare, and said, “Whatever that was…that was freakin’ delicious! Delicious!” - then she turned on her heel and was gone as quickly as she’d arrived.
Funny thing is…the sauce was made with pear syrup, dark chocolate, and dark cocoa powder, some funky black stuff from the Dominican Republic, and she’s always quick to tell me how much she abhors anything using dark chocolate!