Obsession: The Warren Pear
The pear is one of the world’s great dessert fruits. Native to the South Caucasus, North Persia, or the Middle East, it’s been cultivated for more than 4,000 years. Homer called it “the fruit of the gods,” and Grand Duke Cosimo II de’ Medici (best known as patron of Galileo Galilei, his childhood tutor), was said to have had 209 different varieties served at table.
Personally, I’m happy with just one: the Warren, a pear prodigy from the Deep South brought from obscurity to cult status by Al Courchesne, of Frog Hollow Farm, in the Sacramento River Delta.
The Warren varies in shape and color. A cross between the Seckel and Comice cultivars, it exhibits the best traits of both parents: the rich, spicy sweetness of the Seckel, the wanton juiciness of the Comice, and the finely textured flesh of both. A fully ripened Warren isn’t gritty, like many varieties; instead, a minimum of characteristic grit cells (a.k.a. stone cells) results in a silky, tender consistency.
This pear was named for Thomas O. Warren, a founding father of the North American Fruit Explorers (NAFEX), who discovered it in Hattiesburg, Mississippi, circa 1976. The provenance of the cultivar is murky if not outright mysterious; fruit authority and former Gourmet contributing editor David Karp recounted the tale with great élan in the Los Angeles Times almost a year ago.
Now to practical matters. A pear is ripe when the skin around the neck, or stem end, gets a little wrinkly and yields to gentle pressure. It’s not a good idea to stack or cluster pears if you keep them at room temperature, and don’t let them become soft all over—that means they are overripe. Refrigerating ripe pears will slow down the process; I like to refrigerate them, stem side up, on a quarter sheet pan, loosely draped with a sheet of plastic wrap.
All you really need to serve with a perfectly ripe Warren—or any other dessert pear, for that matter—is a knife and fork, for quartering the fruit, cutting out the core, and, if desired, paring the skin before eating the wedges with your fingers. Still, there are times when you may feel compelled to gussy the fruit up a little. Its sweetness is marvelous in a first-course salad with arugula and perhaps toasted hazelnuts or walnuts (toss the pears with lemon juice or a little vinaigrette to prevent browning). Or, after dinner, roll dessert and a cheese course into one by serving a bowl of pears with a generous wedge of blue-veined Gorgonzola or Stilton, or an aged Pecorino Romano.
The fact that pears don’t have to be ripe when you cook with them means that they’re extremely user-friendly. A pear tart or galette is always celebratory, and a pear crumble or crisp will make the fanciest dinner guests feel like part of the family. Poached pears are nice because they can be done ahead; David Lebovitz has a marvelous tutorial right here.
One of my favorite ways to cook pears, though, is bake them and serve them with caramel sauce. I first had them that way at Chez Panisse, back in the (yikes!) mid-1980s. A year or so later, I bought Chez Panisse Desserts, by Lindsey Shere, the restaurant’s co-founder and pastry chef, on the strength of that recipe alone. Both it and the book continue to inspire.
Warren pears are pretty much impossible to find outside of Frog Hollow Farm. Organic, sustainably farmed, and delicious, they are well worth the money, but if you are curious about other varieties, check out my thumbnail guide to pears from last year.
Visit Jane’s wonderful blog:
http://janelear.com/
Obsession: The Warren Pear
The pear is one of the world’s great dessert fruits. Native to the South Caucasus, North Persia, or the Middle East, it’s been cultivated for more than 4,000 years. Homer called it “the fruit of the gods,” and Grand Duke Cosimo II de’ Medici (best known as patron of Galileo Galilei, his childhood tutor), was said to have had 209 different varieties served at table.
Personally, I’m happy with just one: the Warren, a pear prodigy from the Deep South brought from obscurity to cult status by Al Courchesne, of Frog Hollow Farm, in the Sacramento River Delta.
The Warren varies in shape and color. A cross between the Seckel and Comice cultivars, it exhibits the best traits of both parents: the rich, spicy sweetness of the Seckel, the wanton juiciness of the Comice, and the finely textured flesh of both. A fully ripened Warren isn’t gritty, like many varieties; instead, a minimum of characteristic grit cells (a.k.a. stone cells) results in a silky, tender consistency.
This pear was named for Thomas O. Warren, a founding father of the North American Fruit Explorers (NAFEX), who discovered it in Hattiesburg, Mississippi, circa 1976. The provenance of the cultivar is murky if not outright mysterious; fruit authority and former Gourmet contributing editor David Karp recounted the tale with great élan in the Los Angeles Times almost a year ago.
Now to practical matters. A pear is ripe when the skin around the neck, or stem end, gets a little wrinkly and yields to gentle pressure. It’s not a good idea to stack or cluster pears if you keep them at room temperature, and don’t let them become soft all over—that means they are overripe. Refrigerating ripe pears will slow down the process; I like to refrigerate them, stem side up, on a quarter sheet pan, loosely draped with a sheet of plastic wrap.
All you really need to serve with a perfectly ripe Warren—or any other dessert pear, for that matter—is a knife and fork, for quartering the fruit, cutting out the core, and, if desired, paring the skin before eating the wedges with your fingers. Still, there are times when you may feel compelled to gussy the fruit up a little. Its sweetness is marvelous in a first-course salad with arugula and perhaps toasted hazelnuts or walnuts (toss the pears with lemon juice or a little vinaigrette to prevent browning). Or, after dinner, roll dessert and a cheese course into one by serving a bowl of pears with a generous wedge of blue-veined Gorgonzola or Stilton, or an aged Pecorino Romano.
The fact that pears don’t have to be ripe when you cook with them means that they’re extremely user-friendly. A pear tart or galette is always celebratory, and a pear crumble or crisp will make the fanciest dinner guests feel like part of the family. Poached pears are nice because they can be done ahead; David Lebovitz has a marvelous tutorial right here.
One of my favorite ways to cook pears, though, is bake them and serve them with caramel sauce. I first had them that way at Chez Panisse, back in the (yikes!) mid-1980s. A year or so later, I bought Chez Panisse Desserts, by Lindsey Shere, the restaurant’s co-founder and pastry chef, on the strength of that recipe alone. Both it and the book continue to inspire.
Warren pears are pretty much impossible to find outside of Frog Hollow Farm. Organic, sustainably farmed, and delicious, they are well worth the money, but if you are curious about other varieties, check out my thumbnail guide to pears from last year.
Visit Jane’s wonderful blog:
http://janelear.com/