Photo: John Autry
Perfectly ripe pears have no peers: sensuous with a quenching, dripping juiciness and perfumed, honey-buttery sweetness—like the last hurrah of summer's sunshine. Their texture, mealy in the best way, offers a slight give followed by a mouthwatering giving-in. The U.S. crop—grown mostly in Washington and Oregon—comes into full glory in October. If rotund, short-necked Comice is the Cadillac of the pear world, Anjou is the workhorse. Forelle (shown here) and Seckel are petite, fleeting beauties. Grab them while you can!