For lunch today I had a fresh golden pear, the first one for this fall. As I sliced the pear in two, the sight of the half pear with its stem intact triggered visions of pear vignettes. As I ate the delicious, juicy perfectly ripe pear, I mulled over how to create vignettes with the remaining pears, and mulled over thoughts about a family favorite recipe for baked pears in wine. The vignette thoughts swirled in my mind with visions of more than one vignette, thoughts of a series of three…
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