Today was my first cleanse day back on food, having shortened the usual three juice days of my cleanse to only one. As I mentioned in my previous post on this day you're supposed to pick a fruit to eat for breakfast which you can then eat throughout the day. I've found that pears work best for me as an easy to digest reintroduction to solid food -- random fact did you know that pears are one of the lowest allergen foods, almost no one is allergic to pears, or so I hear -- I tried apples the first time I did this cleanse and after half an apple felt like I had just eaten an entire harvest feast. While I'm normally pretty good with apples, I guess the high pectin content can be just too much after having given your digestive tract a holiday. Anyway.
Pears it was. And I was oh so very proud of myself to have obtained a bounty of beautiful pears at the monthly winter Farmer's Market yesterday. But as I started cutting up my picturesque D'anjou this morning I realized that in picking my pears yesterday I hadn't really considered the fact that they needed to be ripe by this morning. I chalk that up to the juice only diet. Anyway. My pear was really just a bit too firm to be satisfying as my first solid food of the day, add to that the fact that the only other fruit I had was apples and I decided I needed to get creative. Recalling that my friend Sarah had been advised to steam pears with ginger at one point when she was having some digestive problems I decided to give it a whirl and got a shallow amount of water boiling in a small pot with some fresh ginger and some organic cloves. As it reached a simmer I stuck my sliced pears in and let it all simmer on low heat for about 5 or 6 minutes until the pears were starting to soften, then I turned off the heat and let them sit for another 5 minutes. At this point my kitchen was full of the warming scent of pears, ginger and cloves and I thought my stomach would rumble loudly enough to wake Martin in the bedroom. When I was convinced they were suitably soft I popped those yummy pear slices out of their water, strained the water to drink as a tea and promptly ate the entire pear before I could blink. After sitting on the couch in the silent morning with a tummy full of pears for about ten minutes believing that pears were the best fruit on the planet, I got up and made another one. Equally as delicious.
I'm not sure if it was just the circumstance, but damn that was some fine pear dining. I'm now hooked on steamed (poached?) pears for breakfast, though after this week I may make them as an accompaniment to oatmeal or french toast. The perfect warm winter treat.