Ann, I have not but I will look. I had a ketubah at my wedding, so I know what that is. A plate had to be smashed to make it official, and there were struggles to do it until the bride's grandmother grabbed it, unwrapped it from a linen napkin, and and threw it again the wall!
This is fabulous, especially: The lumpy, proletariat charms of the Bartlett, which should come wearing a babushka...Eve may be associated with le pomme, but she IS a pear."
Thank you for leaving Moby Dick in the swimming pool. By the way, have you heard Eddie Izzards's riff on pears?
The lumpy, proletariat charms of the Bartlett, made me laugh out loud… the perfect set up for the babushka… which just dropped me. (There was someone that fit so perfectly…)
The Warren Pear is the pinnacle for me. My local grower up here in Norcal has them for an all too brief window of time. Yet another reason that fall is my favorite season.
This gave me a real kick! Have you read Jitterbug Perfume? I'd say Tom Robbins feels the same about beets as you feel about pears. I, myself, favor plums.
Glad you left the Moby Dick metaphor, although I will leave this world without ever having had my own swimming pool.
Moby stays in the picture!
What a lovely ode to pear.
(And Moby Dick.)
Loving the segue into human ripeness. Yes!
Tommy, have you ever seen a pair of gemels? Two trees growing in partnership.
Perhaps Eve is a pear tree, and Adam is another kind of tree ...?
See also: ketubah
Ann, I have not but I will look. I had a ketubah at my wedding, so I know what that is. A plate had to be smashed to make it official, and there were struggles to do it until the bride's grandmother grabbed it, unwrapped it from a linen napkin, and and threw it again the wall!
Tommy, if that's not an official blessing from grandmother, I don't know what is! You must have felt very much welcomed to the family. Love that :-)
Oh my, is it me, or is it getting warm in here?
This comment reminds me of a famous Persian proverb. "Women for children. Men for pleasure. Melons for ecstasy!"
This is fabulous, especially: The lumpy, proletariat charms of the Bartlett, which should come wearing a babushka...Eve may be associated with le pomme, but she IS a pear."
Thank you for leaving Moby Dick in the swimming pool. By the way, have you heard Eddie Izzards's riff on pears?
You're welcome Lee. I'll take a look at Eddie I
I tried to do something similar with seahorses and tails on my Substack; not sure I succeeded but it was fun to write.
The lumpy, proletariat charms of the Bartlett, made me laugh out loud… the perfect set up for the babushka… which just dropped me. (There was someone that fit so perfectly…)
Your parents’
decision to hire MFK Fisher as your au pair was consequential!
Indeed!
The Warren Pear is the pinnacle for me. My local grower up here in Norcal has them for an all too brief window of time. Yet another reason that fall is my favorite season.
You've got me Warren curious Karen J
Share your pear obsession.
I shall. I shall.
This gave me a real kick! Have you read Jitterbug Perfume? I'd say Tom Robbins feels the same about beets as you feel about pears. I, myself, favor plums.
I’m echoing other readers, but Moby Dick belongs here.
Rabbi Swerd is a pear of a man😝🤠❤️
I like how you think.