Pears ate my weekend

So, I was wandering around on craigslist skimming the free ads (cute kittens!) and noticed an ad titled "free pears" from a family with pear trees and no desire to eat pears. I thought, "I like pears!" and I e-mailed them that I would be happy to come pick some of their pears.

I picked a goodly pile of not-quite-ripe pears. (Pears will finish ripening just fine off the tree.)

The goodly pile of pears was placed in my bedroom, where the cats could not decide they were cat toys.

Pears, like most fruit, produce ethylene as they ripen. Ethylene tends to both speed and (more important) synchronize fruit ripening. Note that my bedroom is an enclosed space, which quickly generated a strong (but not unpleasent) ripe pear smell.

I borrowed my mom's canning equipment and unpacked my food dehydrator.

( One Labor Day weekend later: )

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That was interesting. I disapprove that the only pictures it came up with for "good things" were naked women, though.

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