Big Daddy came to bed last night saying he was already dreaming of roasted pears for breakfast. Since that doesn't require messing with flour, and since this morning felt chillier than I like, I turned on the oven and started fixing some pears. I never make these exactly the same way, but these are pretty typical. Instead of maple syrup, walnuts and hazelnuts, today I just heated some ginger & orange marmalade. Here's what they looked like just before going in the oven:
Note the cracked pepper - call me crazy, but I've always liked a little pepper on a pear.
And here's what they looked like all served up for breakfast:
And that's enough about pears - at least until Big Daddy successfully produces a sampling of pear liqueur.