Roasted Pears With Blue Cheese
- By Katie Roche
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- 02 Feb, 2019
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So the intro to this recipe made me laugh because I feel like Ina likes to humble-brag about her ability to procure seasonal food in, y'know...the actual season of the food. This one starts out, "In the autumn when pears are delicious..." You know what produce is delicious in Alaska? The produce that doesn't cost a million dollars. And it's never actually that delicious, you just kind of convince yourself that it is if it's anywhere within your budget. My dad really loves pears, and I have strong recollections of pears being a huge deal in our house. Mom never bought them because they were either not ripe or way too expensive (usually both) so occasionally dad would bring home 3 or 4 pears from a solo trip to the grocery store and share them with us. Somehow, when I talk about getting really excited about dad bringing home fruit as a treat, I feel like a Little House on the Prairie character. Kids these days are excited about, like, a new iPhone. I was excited about pears. Ahhh the '90s. Simpler times.
This recipe specifically called for Anjou pears and I had to Google the different types of pears. I'm glad that I did because what I was picturing was Bosc pears. There is a website called USA Pears, and the pop-up when I visited it invited me, if I love pears, to sign up for a newsletter in which I will receive ins-PEAR-ational recipe ideas. I should probably go home and check to see if my dad is still at his job in the oil industry or if he's actually writing a pear website replete with dad jokes now. So I learned from this website that there are 10 varieties of pears! 10!!! That's so many! Most of them are color variations on a few of the main types that I've heard of but one type is called "Starkrimson" which sounds like a totally righteous name for, like, a Gen-Z YouTube star or the child of a hipster. Anyway, I identified Anjou from the pear chart and set out to Trader Joes.
I have never in my life felt more basic than going to Trader Joes after my Saturday morning cardio at my new gym. I guess I wasn't head-to-toe in Lululemon, so I can dock a few basic points for that. Kind of how sports have their seasons, in the Year of the Food, it's still Whole30 Season so all the upper-middle-class moms were crowding the produce section of the TJs as I chose my pears (which didn't really feel quite ripe but whatever, my standards are low), my lemons, and my arugula. I grabbed Gorgonzola because the particular "crumbly" blue cheese she called for - Stilton - was nowhere to be found in the cheese department. I had everything else I needed in the pantry already, except for Port, which I sent Dan to buy because I just didn't feel like confronting my ignorance about alcohol for the sake of the blog yet again. We have closed that chapter.
This recipe specifically called for Anjou pears and I had to Google the different types of pears. I'm glad that I did because what I was picturing was Bosc pears. There is a website called USA Pears, and the pop-up when I visited it invited me, if I love pears, to sign up for a newsletter in which I will receive ins-PEAR-ational recipe ideas. I should probably go home and check to see if my dad is still at his job in the oil industry or if he's actually writing a pear website replete with dad jokes now. So I learned from this website that there are 10 varieties of pears! 10!!! That's so many! Most of them are color variations on a few of the main types that I've heard of but one type is called "Starkrimson" which sounds like a totally righteous name for, like, a Gen-Z YouTube star or the child of a hipster. Anyway, I identified Anjou from the pear chart and set out to Trader Joes.
I have never in my life felt more basic than going to Trader Joes after my Saturday morning cardio at my new gym. I guess I wasn't head-to-toe in Lululemon, so I can dock a few basic points for that. Kind of how sports have their seasons, in the Year of the Food, it's still Whole30 Season so all the upper-middle-class moms were crowding the produce section of the TJs as I chose my pears (which didn't really feel quite ripe but whatever, my standards are low), my lemons, and my arugula. I grabbed Gorgonzola because the particular "crumbly" blue cheese she called for - Stilton - was nowhere to be found in the cheese department. I had everything else I needed in the pantry already, except for Port, which I sent Dan to buy because I just didn't feel like confronting my ignorance about alcohol for the sake of the blog yet again. We have closed that chapter.

So then I shaved the pears. Have you seen that picture of the shaved black bear? It was a strong mental image as I was doing this. If you've never seen it, go ahead and Google it because it's fascinating (in a horrifying way), just be warned that you can't unsee it. It's seared onto your brain forever, and will come back to you when you're doing bizarre things like shaving pears. I then had to halve, core, and seed these pears which she instructed me to do with a melon baller but I do not own one of those because melons are disgusting. I used a spoon and it worked fine, so don't buy into the hype that a melon baller is ever useful. What did prove useful was the video I watched on YouTube for the mango daiquiris a while back - the mango cutting technique was somewhat applicable here.

Here is my walnut-Craisin-Gorgonzola mixture that went into the pears. I stovetop toasted the walnuts again, because, as I have mentioned previously, my toaster lives in the laundry room due to lack of counter space and I do not enjoy getting it out.

Trying to actually get the mixture to stay in the pears was challenging; yeah perhaps the well in the pear might have been more cooperative had I used a melon baller but I'm just gonna pretend like it wouldn't have mattered. Swipe left on melons, for real. The curious brown liquid you see coating the dish in the picture is a mixture of apple cider, port, and brown sugar. It definitely smelled like pie, and set up some strange expectations for me about what this was going to taste like. You roast them for 30 minutes this way, "basting occasionally with the cider mixture", so I set my timer in 10 minute increments and went to take a shower, leaving the first basting shift to Dan, who was deeply not invested in this process but basted anyway. Thx bud.

Really nothing about this dish is attractive. Oh well. I let these cool a bit, as she instructed, and then whisked the dressing: lemon juice, olive oil, and some of the liquid from the pan. Strong pie vibes continued. I plated it and gave it a taste, and then when Dan continued to inform me that he was hungry, I persuaded him to eat it also. He was less than enthused due to the involvement of blue cheese.

Dan and I did not agree on how this tasted. I thought the whole thing tasted sweet, in kind of an awkward way. Dan's comments on the matter were that it did not taste at all sweet, and that all he tasted was blue cheese but "at least this time it didn't punch me in the face, it was more like a restrained slap". I did eat leftovers of this the next day, and decided to try it with oil and balsamic vinegar as the dressing rather than the lemon-port/cider-olive oil dressing Ina had. I preferred it with the balsamic vinegar, but I'm not really sure why. I think maybe it was more overtly acidic and I'm partial to that. The cider/port flavor in the dressing as well as on the pears seemed like too much, and it really did feel like I was eating a pie salad. So I wouldn't make this again, I don't think...but perhaps I should try again "in the autumn, when pears are delicious". Maybe my mistake was making it in the winter when pears are not delicious. Who knows.

For this post, I wanted to combine two summertime flavors into the crisp recipe one of my oldest Alaskan friends passed on to me years ago. Rhubarb, if you're unfamiliar, is a reddish stalk that kind of resembles really big celery. It's very tart and is most commonly paired with strawberry. I've rarely seen it star in its own show dessert-wise, but my friend Kylee has been making rhubarb crisp for years and it's the best crisp I know of. Blueberries are usually in season in late summer; I have not been home for a blueberry season since Dan's last deployment in 2018 so in order to make this recipe I actually used blueberries from a friend's parents' farm in upstate SC! They're a little sweeter than the blueberries I'd have picked at home, but they worked well. I'm going to pretend like I was actually picking blueberries at home in Alaska for the purpose of showing you what that would look like.

I was getting all ready to write this post, going through my process with photos starting in my kitchen when I realized that a lot of my friends probably don't know what fireweed is or where it comes from and this recipe actually starts far, far away from my kitchen. This will be the first of a few posts highlighting iconic Alaskan ingredients. I've wanted to do this for a while because my home inspires me in so many ways, writing and cooking particular among them. Fireweed is a wildflower that is rather ubiquitous in southcentral Alaska and is often considered a gauge for how long summer will last. It is said that when the blooms reach the top of the plant, winter is six weeks away. Whether or not that's accurate, fireweed is found all over in late summer in Alaska. Here is some I spotted in mid-July by Eklutna Lake:
If you know Dan and me very well, you probably know by now that if our life were a sitcom, he'd low-key be the funniest character. Because that is true, I thought I'd include his bottom ten with accompanying remarks before giving the actual bottom ten. His are hilarious, but aren't as legitimate as mine because he actually tried way fewer of these than one might think. I realized as he was flipping through the book that my old coworker Cam probably ate more of these foods than anyone else did. The overarching theme of Dan's song of Ina Garten hatred is not the actual taste of the finished product but more how asinine he finds that particular recipe to be. So here you are, Dan's bottom ten.
#1: Butternut Squash Soup
#1: Butternut Squash Soup

You guys asked for my top ten from the blog, so here we go! And I'm thinking that what you *really* want is actually the bottom ten, so I'll go ahead and give you those next week. That post will probably be A LOT funnier. While preparing to write this post, I had Dan flip through the cookbook to give me HIS top ten and he was all disgruntled as he did so and only came up with eight that he even liked at all. "I'm not a picky eater!" he insists. Yeah ok. Although to be fair, I've seen some cookbooks I would only make, like, one thing out of and plenty I'd make nothing out of, though sometimes that's because I find the chef so annoying. @ the Pioneer Woman. I just don't trust someone who puts sour cream in spaghetti and then bakes it. Plus all her recipe intros are about, like, Ladd or Tadd or whatever the heck her husband's name is "coming in from the fields starving for dinner". If I came in from working in a field and you tried to give me sour cream spaghetti, I'd be like, "How about a hot pocket instead? Thx." Anyway, this is not Dan's blog so these are not his top ten. You can ask him which ones he liked, but you'll end up in a long convo about how much he hates Ina Garten. Anyway, these are not ranked or anything, they're just in order from the cookbook.
So with that, #1: Juice of a Few Flowers
So with that, #1: Juice of a Few Flowers

It was Sunday afternoon and I thought to myself, "What a perfect time to make jam!" I mean, how positively quaint: just sitting in my home in suburbia, finished with weekend chores, relaxing with some knitting...why not? Why not make some jam? I mean, obviously my afternoon-kitchen-activity was directed toward jam-making because it was next up in the book BUT whatever, I was kind of excited! Also, this is the last recipe in this book!!! I'm still in the process of deciding what I'll do now, so if there's something you'd like me to make and tell you about in my own fashion - you know, with lots of tangents and jokes - please do let me know! I'll likely continue to tackle Ina content, but may start including some recipe faves and/or foods people text me about a lot! I get a lot of cake questions, a LOT of frosting questions (because meringue buttercream is bae and I've got everyone in my social circles who eats my food on board), and a lot of fish questions. So look for more food to come, even though this is the last recipe in Back to Basics.
We went to Publix to ItemQuest for this and Dan said, "Don't we already have strawberries???" And I had to confess that I had eaten them all because it's honestly amazing how good fruit can be when it's 1) in season, 2) somewhat local, and 3) not ludicrously expensive. I'm about to travel home to Alaska for about a month, and it's going to put a real damper on my current fruit-snacking habits when I go into Fred Meyer for some strawbs and they're like, $7/lb and already trying to be moldy. Also needed blueberries (partly for the jam, mostly for the snax), one Granny Smith apple, and more superfine sugar. Publix had all of these things, plus about a million old people 'cause Sunday + Publix = Old People City.
We went to Publix to ItemQuest for this and Dan said, "Don't we already have strawberries???" And I had to confess that I had eaten them all because it's honestly amazing how good fruit can be when it's 1) in season, 2) somewhat local, and 3) not ludicrously expensive. I'm about to travel home to Alaska for about a month, and it's going to put a real damper on my current fruit-snacking habits when I go into Fred Meyer for some strawbs and they're like, $7/lb and already trying to be moldy. Also needed blueberries (partly for the jam, mostly for the snax), one Granny Smith apple, and more superfine sugar. Publix had all of these things, plus about a million old people 'cause Sunday + Publix = Old People City.

I was glad Ina gave me something easy for this week, because I was packing for Alaska and just *did not have the time* to mess with hunting lobsters or weird cheeses from the internet or whatever. ItemQuest was fairly straightforward, just took Dan a trip to the liquor store next to the Publix for some limoncello. I grabbed this particular lemon curd in the British aisle of Publix; I think last time an Ina recipe called for lemon curd I bought it from Trader Joe's and it was DISGUSTING. I mean, truly awful. I would like to recommend making your own lemon curd if you have the time and the inclination. Ina's lemon curd recipe is phenomenal and it is one thing for which I can say she is truly correct: homemade is BETTER and store-bought is not at all as good. The most beloved cupcakes I have ever made were filled with Ina's lemon curd, and had the lemon curd mixed into the meringue buttercream frosting. HIGHLY RECOMMEND!!! Anyway, the rest of this was fruit that I had on hand, mint, and Greek yogurt which we did have to buy because I don't, as a rule, eat Greek yogurt of my own free will. It's chalky and disgusting.

Dates are something I honestly never even thought about until I did Whole 30. I have mentioned my Whole 30 experience several times over the course of this journey through Back to Basics, but if you're new to reading the blog, this is what happened: I did Whole 30 one time, just to prove that I could, because salvation-by-diet apologists were obsessed with it as the newest fad in righteous eating practices. It was a terrible experience; on top of hating every minute of it for myself and finding exactly zero wellness benefits, I also hated it for Dan who was not allowed to eat popcorn for 30 days. Dan is in love with popcorn; his addiction to it is almost at the level of my addiction to coffee. He gets rage-y without it. But anyway, Whole 30 recipes are big into dates as sweeteners and some of the things you can eat, like Lara Bars, are made with dates. Dates are impossibly chewy. I ate more of them in that 30 days than I ever wanted to, and now when I see them in recipes I can't help but think of that Whole 30. Fortunately for me, I got to begin this recipe by chopping TWO CUPS' worth of dates. Oh, they also kind of look like cockroach bodies, so there's that. The only thing I actually had to get at the store for this was oranges! I had everything else on hand, even Cointreau, thanks to many previous Ina recipes.

Alright so, I'm not the Muffin Man. I don't really make a whole lot of muffins, for a lot of reasons, one of the main ones being that on the rankings of breakfast foods they definitely do not crack the top five, maybe not even the top ten. If I have an option for a bagel or a waffle, I'll pick one of them over a muffin every single time. I also prefer cereal, cinnamon rolls, or *cue eye roll* avocado toast. I've just never risen from my slumber and been like, "You know what would really hit the spot right now? A MUFFIN." But!!! In recent months, since my friend Logan came into my life, I've been making muffins a lot more frequently because he really loves them. So the last blueberry muffins I made were from a 99cent Betty Crocker mix packet which he brought into my house and asked me sweetly to make, because they're what he grew up with and along with many preservatives, they are full of nostalgia for him. Here is Logan and me, preparing to mix the muffin batter. Out of respect (and to make up for the disrespect of rolling up with muffin mix), he wore one of my aprons. I will treasure this picture forever.

You guys...Ina has "a thing" about commercial granola bars. Her beef with them, apparently, is that they say they contain real fruit and nuts but that all she sees when she looks at the labels are like, ten different kinds of corn syrup. I'm going to go ahead and guess, just based on this, that none of the lunches her mom packed for her growing up contained any Fruit By the Foot. And surely if we introduced her to Gushers, she would die. This is a real shame. I also feel like this disdain for corn syrup is maybe just a tad self-righteous, coming from the woman whose frosting recipe calls for literally six entire sticks of butter. At that point, what's a little corn syrup to you really? People's nutritional hills-to-die-on really fascinate me (and also kind of annoy me sometimes) and the ones about sugar might get me the most. I feel like, at some point, sugar is sugar and whether you're baking with honey, white sugar, brown sugar, molasses, maple syrup, etc you're still probably making something that's not amazing for you so, in terms of sugar, why not just be in for a penny in for a pound, amirite? So while I'm on this topic, before I even get to the actual point (please, I know you're here for the tangents), I would like to just let anyone and everyone know that I'm absolutely not interested in your "healthy substitutes" for things that taste good in their original form. I do not WANT a chocolate chip pancake made out of bananas and grains you harvested in your field this morning. If I want a banana I will eat one, and if I want a chocolate chip pancake I will eat one, and that's that. And DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT come @ me with "cashew cheese". Just don't. I don't even think I should honor that concept with an explanation of why it's so wrong. If that's not self-evident, I can't help you.
So down to the granola bar ingredients. I rolled up to Kroger only to find that their already meager bulk bins had been EMPTIED because if you scoop dates into a bag and then someone else scoops dates into a bag, you might get the coronavirus. I'm glad they've taken the precaution of removing this shopping option, since I cannot resisting licking my hands after every grocery trip I make. Thankfully, they still had the lil tower of small containers of some of the weirder items right there in the organic section, which was where I was able to find dates. The rest of this stuff was on the baking aisle, with the exception of wheat germ which was, for some reason, with the cereal. I'm still kind of unclear on what wheat germ is actually used for by people, and the context of it being located on the cereal aisle makes me wonder even more. Do people eat it like grape nuts? Sprinkle it on stuff like how people like to do with nutritional yeast right now? ("It tastes just like cheese!" You know what else tastes like cheese? Actual cheese. You're welcome.) Anyway, I was very grateful that Kroger at least had everything I needed and I didn't have to go on a for real ItemQuest.
So down to the granola bar ingredients. I rolled up to Kroger only to find that their already meager bulk bins had been EMPTIED because if you scoop dates into a bag and then someone else scoops dates into a bag, you might get the coronavirus. I'm glad they've taken the precaution of removing this shopping option, since I cannot resisting licking my hands after every grocery trip I make. Thankfully, they still had the lil tower of small containers of some of the weirder items right there in the organic section, which was where I was able to find dates. The rest of this stuff was on the baking aisle, with the exception of wheat germ which was, for some reason, with the cereal. I'm still kind of unclear on what wheat germ is actually used for by people, and the context of it being located on the cereal aisle makes me wonder even more. Do people eat it like grape nuts? Sprinkle it on stuff like how people like to do with nutritional yeast right now? ("It tastes just like cheese!" You know what else tastes like cheese? Actual cheese. You're welcome.) Anyway, I was very grateful that Kroger at least had everything I needed and I didn't have to go on a for real ItemQuest.

At first I saw the pictures of this and thought, "YAY!!! Cinnamon rolls!" And then a couple of weeks ago, I actually tried making cinnamon rolls for the first time and realized that my inability to roll/shape/slice yeast doughs is still a thing. AND THEN I read this entire recipe and realized these get filled with raisins. So here we go!
ItemQuest was only dramatic because the stores just DID NOT have puff pastry sheets; I was only finding it in "shells". I tried Bi-Lo and Dan tried Food Lion before he finally located sheets at Publix. The rest of the ingredients, I already had on hand!
ItemQuest was only dramatic because the stores just DID NOT have puff pastry sheets; I was only finding it in "shells". I tried Bi-Lo and Dan tried Food Lion before he finally located sheets at Publix. The rest of the ingredients, I already had on hand!