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Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Well, I feel stupid


I've been growing pears for about ten years, and attributed my general dissatisfaction with them to the fact that these are Kieffer pears, a cooking, rather than an eating variety. I would wait and wait for them to ripen, and find them the same hard gritty irregular green baseballs right up to the day when the wind finally blew the last one off the tree. So this year I decided to be more scientific about the whole process.

In other words, I looked on the net to find out what criteria I should be using for when cooking pears are ripe.

What I found out is that I shouldn't have been leaving them on the tree. All pears, I learned, should be picked while still green and allowed to ripen somewhere else. So today I picked pears. So far I have picked four clothes hampers full of pears, about 120 pounds. Those are just the ones I could easily reach without using the basket-on-a-pole that I bought earlier this year for just this purpose. There are still several times that many on the tree.

We had an enormous fruit yield this year. Not just the pears, but the apples--the Golden Delicious is so laden that some of its branches are hanging down on the ground, and the Red Delicious, which we pruned severely last year, is bearing almost as heavily. But the pear tree outdid them all, and since neither deer, nor birds, nor Japanese beetles bothered it, I've got pears covering every flat surface in the trailer. There are pears on the kitchen table, pears in boxes all around my bed, pears on the copier, pears on the piano, pears on the living room chairs, pears on the shelves over the washing machine, pears on the bookshelves. Pears around the edges of the washing machine, for pete's sake.

Thank God I can just pick the apples and process them right away, because I don't know where I would put them. They are fairly small, and mostly all bird-pecked, but crisp and wonderfully sweet. I put one on Clarence's lunch tray and he was amazed that it had come from our own trees.

Now I must go get the rest of them before the skies open. For days, it has rained all around us. Today, since I'm working outside, it appears that it's going to rain here. And now, of course, since I have hundreds of pounds of fruit to process, I expect the government will begin to rain work down upon me as well.
posted by Liz @ 1:02 PM     |


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