At Hoo Hing, a friend picked this up, explaining that the fruit was a nashi pear. “When you bite into it, it will be like eating both ice and sugar at once”, she promised, recalling her travels in Japan.
Far crisper than pears I am used to, it lived up to the promise. The fruit deserved a dish and a knife of its own.
Nashi pears are one of my favourite fruit. I can’t remember when I first encountered one, it was many years ago, lost in the mists of time… the only memory that remains is my complete wonder on biting into the flesh and discovering a clean pear flavour in an utterly crisp, juicy fruit, nothing like the heavy, sometime mealy-textures pears I knew. Since then, I sought it ought from Chinese shops and smiled when supermarkets would occasionally stock it, making it far easier for me to find.
It’s like an angel’s pear, isn’t it?
What can I reply? Spot on x