One of my favorite pastimes seems to be cruising the produce area at my local grocery store. Over the years, to my delight, they have been bringing in more and more different kinds of fruits and vegetables. Although I now try to buy local produce as much as possible, we don't have the proper conditions here to grow much fruit. And I really love to try food that I have never tried before. As I walked along, I smelled a divine aroma. I traced it back to these pears. Aren't they gorgeous? They are Forelle Pears from South Africa. I have never seen them before. Usually we have Bosc, Anjou, and Red pears, all lovely in their own right, but none have this amazing spotted skin. I just had to buy them. My biggest problem with pears is that they really are only ripe for about 30 minutes. Before that they are hard and bitter and after that they are mushy and ugly. It's sheer luck to catch a pear when it is perfectly, gloriously ripe. But if you can, then you can have a taste of heaven.
Watercolor in the Moleskine journal.