Mom and Dad send me fruit from Indiana every year. They pick pears from the trees on our property behind the dealership, wrap them up and drop them in a box. The packing job is usually so sketch I am scared to open the box but amazingly the fruit (mostly) makes it beautifully. Their good intentions must will the fruit to hold up till they get to me. This year's crop was superb. And Bruce turned them into an amazing tart. Proving once again that it is all in the quality of ingredients. We've been cooking a lot. I think it's because we love the new kitchen.
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