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Was it just last week that we left my mother’s? When we left my mother’s house, as usual my mother sends us on our way with left-overs and all sorts of other goodies, this time she gave me the pears that she had received in her fruit basket. Now you know how much I forget stuff, well those pears were packed away in the trunk and they were forgotten. Out of sight, out of mind has become a huge reality in my house so when my hubby cleaned out the trunk completely, he brought in the plastic bag and out came the pears.

My mother had suggested making a pear clafoutis when she had graciously given me those pears, oops. Luckily enough, it has been so cold that those pears didn’t go bad, they froze in the trunk and as they defrosted last night in the refrigerator, they were nice and tender when I peeled them and sliced them up to put on the bottom of my glass pie dish. They smelled very sweet so I am hoping that the clafoutis has a nice strong pear flavor when we slice it this evening.

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I am fairly sure that I have written about what an easy dessert clafoutis are to make; all I had to do was throw 4 eggs, 1/3 cup of sugar in the blender, whip that around on high until light and creamy and then throw in 1 tsp of vanilla, 1 tsp of lemon zest, 3 tbs of flour, 3 tbs of ground almonds, 1/4 tsp of sea salt, 1 cup of heavy cream and i/2 cup of whole milk and whirl that around for a bit. I took my blender and poured it over the pears already sliced and waiting in the buttered glass pie dish. My oven was preheated to 350 and 45 minutes later, the clafoutis was golden brown on top and the knife came out clean when inserted.

I promise you that if my head were not attached, it would be gone or forgotten in a trunk somewhere just like my mother’s pears. I am so happy that the pears didn’t get wasted due to my memory lapse. I hope that everyone enjoys my pear clafoutis, the pears may have been an afterthought, but the love was poured into making the clafoutis, the same way that the batter was poured onto those forgotten pears, slowly and with much care.