I make no apologies for that pun.
It’s been a slow and steady sort of January thusfar, the beginnings of which were dull and grey. I’m not sure if this is something other people experience, but the final few days between Christmas and New Years’ often come and go in a haze. I call it the Holidaze.
This Holidaze saw a brief, but much needed respite from the hazards of daily life. I spent this time with family and friends, eating and shopping and laughing. It wasn’t until much more recently, however, that I finally got the time to slow down, to return to my kitchen, and to cook as slowly or as quickly as I desired.
And so I made pear and walnut bread.
I’d recently made Nigella Lawson’s banana bread for a New Years’ party, and it was there, in a lovely rental with beers, Disney singalongs with grown-ass adult men, and all the wine we could ever want, that we discovered it went very well with sticky ribs. I wanted to recreate something with a similar effect, but also wanted something slightly different from the tried-and-tested banana stuff.
The last time I’d had a pear-and-something slice was in Sydney, when I’d gotten a huge slice at a little cafe outside USyd. It was a pretty good piece, warm and hearty – particularly satisfying for the chilly September weather. I vaguely recall wanting to recreate it, and I think I’ve made a pretty good attempt, because by the time I’d gotten off my lazy ass to take a good picture, half the loaf had been eaten.
Toasted pear bread, smoked bacon, black coffee.If anything, this spread serves to remind me that warmer, sweeter days are something you make for yourself. And perhaps on the horizon, someone to share said days, as well as said spread with. It’s a nice enough thought to start the year with.
So welcome, January. Welcome, 2018. Won’t you be kinder than 2017?
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