16 Sep Fall Means Hunting Stories…and Cooking with Pears
Years ago my dad planted ornamental pear trees along our driveway to remind us of the trees planted in the parkways of our childhood homes in Ventura, CA. One morning Matt and I found one of the trees bent over and nearly broken in half. At the time we enjoyed a house filled with teens and it was evident that a teenage driver had accidentally backed over it. Things like that happen when you live at the end of a country road and there are no street lights to illuminate your way. We cut the tree off at the base and...
