We have a pear tree. We think it’s probably a Bartlett. It’s not a very successful pear tree; for the first couple of years we owned the place I didn’t prune it, and it produced only a handful of tiny gnarly spotty pears. By the time we cut the nasty bits out we only managed one small bowl of fruit each.
Then I looked up pear trees, and how to care for them, and, well, I don’t do everything I should but I do prune. But it’s still not a very successful pear tree. We’ve never gotten more than a dozen pears off it, though their quality has improved significantly.
Until this year.
Everyone’s pear trees are producing well this year. I think the problem is that they usually flower too early for there to be a lot of bees active. I’ve also read that pear flowers are not that attractive to bees. And that although Bartletts and many other varieties are self-pollinating, they do better when paired with another tree.
Anyway, whatever the reasons, this year the tree produced like we’ve never seen before. So now we have the pleasant problem of what to do with the pears. We can only eat so many fresh pears at a time!
I’m freezing them. I’ve given some to a friend, and been promised pear-ginger jam.
I’m dehydrating them.
And I’m using them. I just made pear upside-down cinnamon rolls. And damn, they were good.