smoky caramel pear nirvana in a glass

Pear-allel Universe

or What kind of Hospitality Gift is That?

I was hosting a lavish barbecue on the first sunny Saturday in a while when one of the guests turned up at the door bearing an ordinary tin of pears.  I tried to look pleasantly surprised and grateful, as good hosts do when presented with a gift, but my furrowed brow betrayed me.  “You said you like a challenge, so how about a cocktail with these?” were her innocent words.

I can’t deny I like a challenge.  However, having put considerable thought into clever cocktail and food pairing, I was not thrilled with the prospect of adding an unanticipated flavour profile to my feast.   As I was about to pretend to forget about it, a gust of hickory smoke wafted into the house from the Weber grill, and like a cartoon finger beckoned me outside–pears and all.

So I smoked those babies.  Laid them under the dome of the kettle grill until they sucked up enough gorgeous hickory smoke to enter a parallel universe of pear flavoured nirvana.   I brought them gently back to earth with some calvados, vodka and bitters for one of the most weirdly wonderful, groovy, harmonious taste sensations ever.  My friend was most pleased.

pears in a pan

pears in a pan ready for the grill

pears, their syrup and ice

smoked pears, their syrup and the same volume of ice

whip it good

whip it good

stop looking at the octopus and pour the calvados!

stop looking at the octopus and pour the calvados!

bitters WAKE UP the fruit

bitters WAKE UP the fruit

rim the glasses with brown sugar

rim the glasses with brown sugar

pear-allel universe

pear-allel universe

I used a hand blender, but a blender or food processor would work just as well.  If you don’t have Calvados, substitute brandy.

Pear-allel Universe

1.5 oz vodka

0.5 oz calvados

dash of Angostura bitters

2.5 oz blended BBQ tinned pears plus their juice and ice about 50-50

Stir together and pour into glasses rimmed with brown sugar

 

groovy enough for Austin Powers himself

groovy enough for Austin Powers himself

Photo credits:  Michélle Lawson

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