Sunday, February 7, 2010

Unexpected Pears


I have been trying to expand my repertoire with respect to fruits. I'm a fairly adventurous eater, and I like to go to the grocery store and look for things I've never eaten before. Sometimes this ends up with excellent discoveries that I go back to again and again; other times I decide that I can do without future samples.

Sometimes, though, I forget to look through reasonably familiar items, like apples and pears, to see if my grocery store has started carrying new varieties. I've now had two extremely fortunate discoveries of amazingly delicious pears that I'd never tried before.

As a child, pears weren't my favorite fruit. My grandmother had several Bartlett trees, and it was a summer/fall tradition to pick them. Following that, of course, was a lot of eating of Bartlett pears. And...they aren't my favorite. I don't really like the texture, and I don't like the somewhat tannic flavor. These childhood experiences unfortunately fixed in my mind that "pears = Bartlett", which meant "pears = no thank you". (I only wonder if less than ideal food experiences, such as this one for me, is why children become picky about food. Very sad!)

Now, this position had already been shaken somewhat, since quite a while ago I discovered Bosc pears, which are everything that could be hoped for in a pear -- sweet and delicious as anything. But that just readjusted my position to "pears = no thank you, unless it's a Bosc".

Well, last fall I was shopping (buying Bosc pears) at Olympia Food Co-Op (fabulous place, if you've never shopped there), and I overheard two ladies talking about pears. One of them was rhapsodizing about Concorde pears. I'd never had them, but I perked my ears up, because she said she liked them better than Boscs! I resolved to try them when I saw them for sale.

My goodness -- I'm so glad I did! Concordes are amazing. They are tender, and the skin isn't very thick. They are sweet and juicy and delicious. I think I do like them even better than Boscs, which I never thought would happen. I also learned something else quite useful in my shopping: how to choose a ripe pear. Apparently, pears ripen from the inside out, so to see if a pear is ripe, you gently press on the flesh near the stem, and if it yields, it's ripe.

Anyway, yesterday I was shopping at PCC and saw a display with Comice pears. They are squat and almost round, and they weren't amazingly pretty or anything, but something prompted me to pick one up, turn it over, and smell the flower end. To my amazement, it had an amazingly sweet odor. It reminded me of quinces. (That was one of my experiments with trying something new; sadly, I now know that, despite how wonderful quinces smell, they don't taste good raw, even if you wait and wait and wait.) So then I wondered if Comice pears were some kind of hybrid with quinces. I put the pear back and continued my shopping, but then came back to it and picked one out (using the handy stem test.)

I just got finished devouring it. It was really amazing. Unlike some of what I've read, it wasn't that juicy, but maybe I ate it on the early side of its ripeness. Regardless, it was really delicious. So now I have three types of pears that I like! It's shaken my position that "pears = no thanks". Instead, I think I'm going to have to conclude "Bartlett = no thanks", but if it's some other type of pear, hand it over and I'll try it!

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Eating Vacations

I don't know about you, but when I go on vacation to a place I've been to before (and this is especially true with a short vacation), I plan my time around what meals I can eat while I'm there.

This is always the case when I visit Bellingham, Washington. I went to college there, and there are so many wonderful places to eat, that I really need several days in order to do the city justice. I'll come back to Bellingham another day.

Last weekend Peter and I drove down to Eugene, Oregon. We lived there between 1998 and 2005, so we had plenty of time to get to know people, and to eat lots of tasty food. Of course we saw our friends while we were in town, but we also ate at several of our favorite places.

First among these was Studio One Cafe -- we started off our weekend with breakfast there on Saturday. Studio One is a tiny cafe just south of the University of Oregon, but it has extremely delicious breakfast fare. (In fact, I've only ever eaten breakfast there.) Peter's favorite is their challah french toast, which comes laden with fruity sauces, almond compote, and Awesome. My favorite had been a croissant breakfast sandwich that was piled with eggs scrambled with cheese, tomatoes, onions, and canadian bacon. Sadly, they discontinued the sandwich! I was very disappointed. But I drowned my sorrows in the tasty sauce that came with my french toast. Yum!

Next, since we weren't very hungry by lunch time, we picked up breakfast sandwiches to go from Barry's, a local coffee shop and deli that specializes in sandwiches built on home made bread, and truly excellent pastries. Oh, and we also got some of their tollhouse cookies. Incidentally, the breakfast sandwiches are on challah rolls. I guess we had a challah theme...

Dinner was accomplished at Sweet Basil, an amazing Thai restaurant in downtown. We feasted on chicken satay with peanut sauce, beef massaman, their special red curry, and pad see ew, all washed down with Thai iced tea. (Or one of Eugene's local beers -- your choice.) I have to say: Sweet Basil's wide rice noodles are the best I've ever had anywhere. They are both tender and chewy. I don't know how they do it, but it's a divine combination.

We actually reprised our breakfast sandwiches again Sunday morning. Who can blame us? They're tasty, and we needed to get on the road.

Of course, I wouldn't give a complete list if I left off the baguette we purchased, made by Metropol bakery, or the Yorkshire Gold tea which we can't seem to find anywhere in Seattle, or the pounds of locally roasted coffee (Equator Organic Sumatra, to be precise)... It's just a good eatin' town.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Cashew Oatmeal Honey Cookies

I've been listening to "Dogs and Goddesses" on audiobook. It's by three authors whose names I (sadly) forget. But anyway, it's a pretty hilarious book. It relates a modern day (fictional!) story about three women who find that they're somehow descended from some ancient Mesopotamian priestesses, and the goddess their descendents served has come back, and wants more service. Anyway, it was highly entertaining, and a satisfying listen. (Warning! The book does contain sex. If you don't like that sort of thing, take a miss. Otherwise, it's very funny.)

Point is, one of the characters finds that she's gifted with making amazing cookies, and after hearing about all the delicious cookies she was making, I got a craving for some cookies that contained cashews. After some internet research, I realized that I couldn't find any recipes that looked appealing, so I figured I'd just make my own. And what do you know? They turned out very well.

Here's the recipe:

Cashew Oatmeal Honey Cookies
1 cup unsalted butter (very soft)
1/2 cup honey (warmed so it's runny)
1/4 cup brown sugar
1 tsp vanilla
1 egg
1/4 tsp salt
1 1/2 tsp baking powder
2 cups flour (unbleached, white)
3 cups rolled oats
1 cup cashews, chopped fairly fine (a bit smaller than a chocolate chip)

Preheat oven to 350 F. Cream together the butter and honey. Mix in the brown sugar, vanilla, and egg. Mix in the remaining ingredients. Drop by rounded spoonfuls (or what ever your favorite size is for a cookie) onto an ungreased cookie sheet. Bake for 8-10 minutes, or until golden brown and set.

Enjoy!