This year’s Rio Olympics has unlocked that old trunk in the attic. And while rummaging around the skimming of tattooed-mind moments and tattered remains of memory embers, I stopped to smile at my first discovery of Brazilian food.
Though we can find pears all year, they are at their best and a glorious blessing of midsummer. When you bite, their solid structure defies viscosity. Their soft, slightly gritty cell structure holds intensely flavored juice with a distinct floral-pear aroma. Bite into a ripe pear and you will be forgiven the drool of nectar smearing your lips.