Thursday 22 December
Back in the epipalaeolithic (1993), we spent Christmas with Maggie in Tucson, and found out that our bid on our present house was accepted on Christmas eve. That night we boiled up a mess o' shrimp and ate it with cocktail sauce (yes, a mix of white horseradish, ketchup, and lemon juice) as a celebration, with champagne. So that's what we did tonight.
The pears were inspired by what they do at our local restaurant La Poste, with a few hints from here. We halved and cored a pair of red Bartlets, and filled the cores with cheveron goat cheese. We used no rosemary, and baked the pears cheese side up, with the prosciutto only on the skin side. Next time we'd let them go longer than 25 minutes, until they're tender. But the balsamic/honey glaze is delicious.
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