When I was a little girl, we lived across the road from Old Grandma. To visit her, we crossed the dirt road, climbed up a steep bank, and followed the path Grandpa cut for us through a small field. Almost to Grandma’s house, we passed an old pear tree.
Every fall, we’d pick pears right off the ground, and eat them, juice dripping down our arms. I still look forward to pear season eagerly.
This pear crisp recipe is only slightly different from my favorite apple crisp recipe. It’s absolutely delicious.
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