I once thought I was destined for culinary greatness. Poached pears. Roquefort pear salad. Pear tarts. You know, something gorgeous you might see in a gourmet magazine.
Unfortunately, fate has led me to this play kitchen where I sit in a pot. That in itself isn't so bad – I wouldn't mind taking part in pretend gourmet dishes. Unfortunately, the mini chef in this house is a toddler with a very limited view of the culinary arts. I've been relegated to being added to everything from tomato soup to macaroni and cheese to beans and rice.
I ask you, do pears belong with any of those dishes? I didn't think so.