So I am trying to come up with all sorts of ways to use pears. The other day I made a pear-caramel upside down cake that turned out perfectly. I sent Jll a text saying that if anyone would like to come over after dinner for dessert, they were welcome. No response, but around 5:30 the kids began trailing in. First came Maggie Faith on her bicycle. A short time later, I heard the front door open and Alastair walked in with a big smile on his face. I hear there’s pear cake, he said. Next came Addie and Dagny. I asked Addie to serve it up, and before I could say a partridge in a pear tree, the cake was served and eaten, and the kids were gone. Can you blame them?….
Well, actually, Maggie and Dagny stayed to watch an episode of Death in Paradise on Netflix, a mystery show on which I have gotten them hooked.
One More Pear
There were a couple of pieces left from the pear cake, and I removed them from the cake plate and put them on a small paper plate so that Bill and I could enjoy them for dessert the next day. I had a meeting that night, and when I got home, I noticed that Bill had eaten both pieces. “You ate my piece too?” I asked him crabbily. “Well, since they were on one plate, I thought you wanted me to have them both.” I’m not certain of the logic there, which seems somewhat flawed, though genuine. So the next day I made baked pears with brown sugar and cinnamon…..
…..and told him to make sure he left me one!
Bob’s Your Uncle
I’ve mentioned that Pinterest gets an idea on her own in what she thinks I might be interested. For a while it was chicken coops. Lately, however, she has been sending me suggestions for haircuts — specifically, angled bobs…..
Now don’t get me wrong. I happen to think think angled bobs are absolutely adorable. Still, how Pinterest thinks I can go from this…..
…..to an angled bob is a mystery. By the way, the other thing she has been sending me is information on something called “puffy paint.” I have no idea what that is, or why Pinterest thinks I am interested in knowing how to create it. Bill and I have been talking about hiring a painter to paint our upstairs once the windows are finished. Since we all know that Google, Facetime, Instagram, Pinterest, and Twitter all eavesdrop, that might explain the puffy paint posts. But I am NOT putting puffy paint on my bedroom walls.
Bill and I were grown ups again last night. We went to the Denver Center for the Performing Arts and saw Beautiful: The Carole King Musical. I loved — LOVED — Carole King when I was in high school and college. It was all I could do last night to refrain from singing. The woman behind me wasn’t as successful as I. Just sayin’…..