Cheers to a Good Neighbor, Off-the-Tree Asian Pears, Kindness, and a "Crisp" Recipe That Never Fails.

While Abu was visiting last weekend, I thought about the bag of Asian pears that Paowl, the son of a neighbor who recently passed, dropped off at my house. I've never been one to eat pears nor cook with them, but know that, at times, I've had them at fancier occasions like weddings and foo-foo restaurants. I wasn't sure how they bake down, but I have an apple crisp recipe I love so while we were watching football, I peeled the fruit, soaked them in honey and maple syrup, then baked them with oats, flour, and a sprinkling of butter. 

Although I had a lil' taste, I haven't jumped into them, but have packaged the desert to friends who have reported how incredible it was. 

I brought the dish to a gathering last night and, one by one, I was hearing how delicious and unbelievable it was, so I took a big bite with one of the larger pieces of fruit.

Oh, My Glorious Tastebuds. Wow. What a flavoring! I'm already for my neighbor to pick from their tree next year. I want to take all they'll give me and gift the bite for others. So thankful he thought of me. I miss his mother, who passed in Poland last year, and hope he and his partner keeps the house so their harvest is shared with the rest of us. 

I want to try other recipes, too, and to bring the same joy. Maybe I also need to plant a tree. I love when I try something new (and in this case, I made it myself). YUMMY.