Pears make for amazing desserts in the fall. Sweet and grainy, they blend so well with a multitude of other flavors: spices, raisins, bananas, caramel, nuts, creams. This pear crisp has the wherewithal to combine all of the above. And since we had an early Thanksgiving this year, I can vouch for its propriety in topping off a Thanksgiving dinner.
So I initially got the inspiration for this dish from the Pioneer Woman’s pear crisp, which I was all set out to make – until I got a good look at the actual recipe. Lord. Ree, I love you, but I think you’re trying to kill us all. Death by sugar. The ratio for her filling? Two-thirds a cup of sugar to four pears. Just for the filling. That’s not even including the topping. Good God. We may all want to meet our maker at some point, but not yet.
So, if you, like me, prefer your kidneys, pancreas and heart in functioning condition, you might want to cut back on the sugar a smidge. And by smidge, I mean I cut the 2/3 cup down for 4 pears to about a tablespoon for 8 pears. And I can guarantee that it’s still plenty sweet.
Here’s what I did. This makes two 9 – inch pie pans full of pear crispy goodness.
For the filling:
8 ripe pears (Buy them ahead of time, so they won’t be too green. I had about 4 large ones and 4 small ones, but there’s no real need for precision about this)
a sprinkle of salt (about a 1/4 teaspoon worth)
a sprinkle of sugar (about a tablespoon worth)
a squeeze of lemon
For the topping:
1 1/2 cups flour
1/3 cup sugar
1/3 cup loose brown sugar
generous 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
generous 1/2 cup pecans, finely chopped (I actually probably used more like 3/4 cup)
1 cup butter, melted (which you could probably cut back by a 1/4 cup)
a sprinkle of nutmeg to taste
a sprinkle of ground ginger to taste
1. Chop the pears into small chunks and place in a baking dish or two. Sprinkle a little salt over them. Then sprinkle some sugar. Squeeze a little lemon for freshness. Let sit as you prepare the rest.
2. For the topping, mix the flour, sugar, brown sugar, pecans, and butter. Spoon over the top of the pears. Then sprinkle some nutmeg and ginger over it all. I used about a pinch of each per dish.
3. I prepared this and let it sit in the butter and sugar and lemon while all the other food finished cooking and even after we started to eat. I put it in the oven just after everyone really tucked into the food. Bake it at 350 degrees for 30 minutes, then move it to the top rack and bake for about 10 minutes more. By the time everyone’s ready for dessert, this baby will be done baking and have started to cool, but still will be nice and warm and buttery.
4. Serve with ice cream. I went to town on the Haagen-Daas and bought a pint of: rum raisin, bananas foster (!), and vanilla swiss almond. All three make excellent complements for the pear crisp. Have you all tried the bananas foster yet? It’s a limited edition and it is SO GOOD.
Et voila! You have dessert.


I made my mom brownies for Mother’s Day which was a good idea and all, except that I gave them all to her and didn’t leave any for
I have a love affair with kitchen gadgets and doohickery. (Ironic I should say that after yesterday’s post, no? But it’s true.) I love tools that I can use to create yummy cakes and pies. And I especially love items that I can use for a myriad of things: like my panini press. It does not just press paninis, it also grills meat and vegetables, and is a godsend in a small apartment when you don’t have an actual grill. So the other day, I was browsing the new items at Sur la Table, just because it’s fun to look, when I came across this: 
1. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Cut the tops off of the jalapenos, and with a small knife, scrape out the seeds from the inside. Be very careful doing this. Don’t be in a rush or you could accidentally cut yourself. And cut plus chili seeds plus lime juice = no bueno. Not that I would know from personal experience or anything. Also be sure to wash your hands thoroughly with soap afterward because the oils from the chillies transfer everywhere and 5 hours later you could rub your eye and then get a mighty burn in your eyeball and then you’ll run around and curse down the house crying. Again, not that I would know from experience. Just sayin’.
And look! What’s that? It’s a muffin tin!
and sprinkle it into one of the poppers for a *surprise* popper. And then subtly arrange it later so it ends up where your husband will be the one to eat it and find the surprise. Not that I would ever do such a thing. {evil grin} Just don’t make it TOO hot. Because what goes in must come out.
See how the muffin tin keeps them elevated so the stuffing doesn’t run out? Uh huh, tha’s right.
Do you ever just get tired of your staples? I do. I get bored SO easily. And that is sometimes a problem because we do eat a lot of rice. I switch up the main part of our dinners with a lot of variety. But unless I’m making something like pasta for dinner, our evening meals usually involve a serving of rice – usually brown rice. Sometimes I feel like I would love to mix it up and have a rice pilaf or a risotto, but when I look at the nutrition labels I practically chuck the boxes back at the shelves in the grocery aisle
Quinoa, broth (any kind will do), olive oil, garlic powder, carrot, zucchini, scallions, flax seeds, chili powder, dijon mustard, lemon juice, (salt optional). And of course, I forgot to put the dijon mustard and lemon juice in the photo because I always manage to forget an ingredient 












And we served ours warm with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. Because, you know, such things should be done right proper.



Usually when I have guests over for dinner, I cook Thai food, which requires about 10-20 minutes of preparation, 10 minutes of a flurry of arm-flailing effort, and then voila! it’s served, and you have to eat it right away. But I’m starting to discover the glory of baking food, which requires you start a little earlier perhaps, but then for the hour or so the food is baking, you can do other things. Like hide the socks, jackets, books, and other bits of evidence that your home is not quite a Martha Stewart home. And light candles. And freshen up your makeup. And have a glass of wine. So you don’t look like a sweaty, disgruntled host who can’t even greet the guests as they walk in the door because you’re busy producing four different dishes at once.
Ahem. Actually, the cookbook says the first step is to preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Then take a vegetable peeler and remove a 2-inch strip of zest from the orange, cut the orange in half, squeeze juice out of one half and cute the remaining half into 4 wedges. Place two tablespoons of juice and the strip of zest in a medium saucepan for Step 4. Tuck an orange wedge into the cavity of each game hen. Sprinkle the remaining orange juice over the hens and place each breast side up in a large roasting pan, leaving space between them. (Although I cut the recipe in half for there were only 4 of us at dinner, I did use the whole orange and just put two wedges in each bird. Figured it couldn’t hurt. And actually I think it helped keep them extra moist.)
Reduce heat to low and simmer gently until the cranberries are tender, about 5 minutes. Remove from heat and let cool. Just before serving, remove orange zest. (I had a little left over orange juice, which I reserved until it was time to serve the chutney. By the time the hens had roasted the chutney had gotten a little dry, so I stirred in a little bit of orange juice just to liven it up a bit upon serving.)
I put mine on a bed of lettuce and served the chutney with a sprig of mint to decorate.
The crazy work madness is over (allowing me to settle into routine work load) so I’m celebrating with a drink! Actually, this post originated as a Facebook discussion, but this eggnog is just so good, I had to share it with the masses. You know you’re in good hands when it’s a grandpappy’s recipe. Unfortunately, it’s not my grandpappy’s recipe (Something makes me suspect neither of my grandfathers – one Thai and the other, a Christian missionary – were too much into eggnog. But you never know.), it’s someone else’s grandpappy’s recipe that I just happened to Google when my parents asked for eggnog after Thanksgiving dinner. (And by asked, I mean they suggested in wistful tones that it would be lovely to have eggnog and wasn’t it a shame we hadn’t picked some up at the store, and I volunteered to make it with what we had to save us from such despair.) This recipe, which you can find