Monday, October 27, 2008

Pre-apocalyptic roasted pears

Peel, halve, and core pears. In a roasting pan, drop some pieces of butter, a sprinkling of brown sugar, and a wanton splash of brandy. My measurements are rough because I was winging it. My measurements are usually rough because I usually wing it. You can wing it too. I used the brandy I soaked last week’s golden raisins in; waste not, want not. Roll the pears around in the gooey liquid. Roast for 30 minutes or so in your standard 350 oven. (Mine was hot from roasting sweet potatoes, beets, and carrots.) Serve with crème brulee icecream (Wow, nearly half of your daily saturated fat in one scoopful! Talk about apocalyptic!). Eat, bubbeleh, eat, and savor the crashing and burning of the McPalin campaign. They’ve got their long knives out and are beginning to carve each other up. Nothing could be finer for this socialistic, pal of terrorists, elitist, un-American resident of Sodom & Gomorrah…

3 comments:

amarilla said...

Your post reminds me that when I cleaned out one of my utensil drawers the other day I found not one but two of those sets of measuring spoons that measure a dash, pinch, and smidgen. Did you ever see that little gimmick in a cooking store? Warmed the hearts of many I'm sure, and the pockets of a few. I think my mom was so delighted with them she gave me both sets.

You'd think I could have been a little more game and used just one of them just once. Maybe tomorrow.

M.Thew said...

A pinch of nutmeg in your coffee. A dash of cinnamon on your porridge. A smidgen of hot pepper flakes on your eggs.

amarilla said...

Those are good wishes! While I'm at it it, I'll throw a pinch of salt over my shoulder. Not that I'm superstitious or anything.