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Poached pears

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The Bosc pears looked really good the other day—very firm and flawless—so I bought and poached a pair. Based on that effort, today:

4 Bosc pears, quarter and cored
1 qt water
1/2 c white cane sugar
1/4 c maple syrup
1 vanilla bean, split
1 shot cognac
juice of 1 Meyer lemon

I simmered that briskly with the pot covered for 45 minutes, removed pears with slotted spoon, and reduced the poaching liquid a little too far, as it turned out: I took it to candy stage. Here’s the clue: if you get large glassy bubbles, you’ve gone too far. Stop back at the finer bubbles. It may take a batch or two to find exactly the right point, but it’s all edible.

I’m watching what looks to be an excellent movie (I’m only about 10 minutes in, but it had a knock-out opening scene, and intriguing plot. It’s a Written and Directed by. Oh, title: Dot the I.

As I stopped to move pears from freezer (brief quick cool) to fridge (for rest of afternoon), I started this post and I got to thinking: How much more contented could I be? Are there disparate levels of contentment? I suppose there are, but I don’t see that having much more than what I have would bring about any great increase in contentment. I remember a Guindon cartoon that showed two slovenly dressed characters, each holding a beer, sitting in broken-down lawn furniture beside a trailer with a broken door, an enormous carp cooking on an improvised grill, with one saying, “It just don’t’ get any better than this,” and I realize he had the same feeling as I: a profound conentment that, thank God, is not an uncommon experience.

Written by Leisureguy

31 October 2013 at 4:06 pm

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  1. I suppose disparate contentment might occur when everyone scarfs this down before you get to taste it 🙂

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    sybaritica

    31 October 2013 at 5:55 pm

  2. 🙂

    I think I’m going to make another batch tomorrow, and I’m using fresh ginger and perhaps a cinnamon stick. But no more vanilla bean: too expensive and did nothing much. I’m going with my Nielsen-Massey Vanilla Paste.

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    LeisureGuy

    31 October 2013 at 8:15 pm

  3. Vonnegut rounds out this occasional feeling of contentment – Here are some quotes from TIMEQUAKE.

    “being alive is a crock of shit.”
    p3

    “…life being the Darwinian experiment, or “crock of shit,”….
    p127

    “my uncle Alex … said that when things were going really well we should be sure to notice it…. Uncle Alex urged me to say this out loud during such epiphanies: ‘If this isn’t nice, what is?'”
    p12

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    Bob Slaughter

    2 November 2013 at 6:57 am

  4. Contentment is transitory, all right: all the more reason to recognize and enjoy it.

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    LeisureGuy

    2 November 2013 at 7:08 am


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