Little Sister flew in to mark Mother’s Day. She is a mother too. The consequence is compromise: selecting activities that honour the Nonagenarian and her younger daughter.
So this morning found us watching Formula 1 racing from Barcelona. Little Sister wearing a Kimi shirt and the Nonagenarian asking questions. The B&B breakfast was a nod to her. Last night Little Sister and I attended Ironman 3. She enjoyed it. I, on the other hand, felt it was Gosford Park 2.0. Do you remember how that film seemed to be two different films stitched together? When Stephen Fry arrived as the Detective Inspector the entire tone of the film changed. Ironman 3 was like that. Apocalyptic horror and political commentary stitched to comic book hero vanquishing in a giddy, witty way a comic book villain. Very strange.
The baked pear came about because the Nonagenarian can’t imagine a meal without dessert. Little Sister doesn’t eat dessert most of the time. The recipe was comprised of available ingredients:
- 2 pears, cut in half, peeled and cored.
- A vanilla bean sliced in half and scraped.
- Maple syrup to taste.
Over the slices of pear, placed in a casserole, pour maple syrup. Spread the vanilla over the pears. Bake at 350 for 30 minutes. Remove the pear slices to individual serving bowls. Pour brandy into the bottom of the casserole and scrape the caramelized bits off the bottom of the pan. Pour the sauce over the pears. Cool and serve with a dollop of ice cream.
A variation should you not have a vanilla bean – vanilla extract. Not artificial vanilla. I baked the pears this morning. I haven’t tasted the result yet.
Mother’s Day continues with Twilight Tea at the Windsor Arms.