Pears can be tricky, of that there is little doubt. There are times when they can just fuck off -https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVTDwq2q3Ak – but that time was not this afternoon. The pear on my plate, by the name of William, could not have been better behaved having reached that perfect moment of ripeness which state, in a pear, is undetectable from the outside giving truth to the maxim that beauty is only skin deep as there is no way to judge if it is pleasure or disappointment, sweet flesh or decaying mush, that lays beyond that thin epidermis. Today I had sweet flesh. which I relished whilst waiting for the flesh of William’s chums to transform themselves into an excellent cake.