If you were following my tweets yesterday morning, I apologize. And further more I hope you had enough kleenex to get you through the whole ordeal. I think I used a whole box.
Let’s start from the beginning. I had a whole basket full of delicious local Ontario grown pears.
Would you like the recipe?
- 7 small pears, peeled and diced
- 1/4 cup of freshly squeezed orange juice
- 1 tablespoon sugar
- 1 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice
- 1 tablespoon cinnamon
- 1 cup oats
- 3/4 cups whole wheat flour
- 1/4 cup maple syrup
- SECRET INGREDIENT: 4 crushed up ginger cookies
Cooking time . . . ish:
- 350 degrees
- 40 minutes
Here’s where the tragedy came in. NO MATTER how much you want to goldenize the top of that bad boy, DO NOT switch to broil. Don’t do it. I burnt it. I was sad. I cried my little eyes out. Dramatic I know, but what am I if not dramatic?
Sorry no photo of the burntness, too sad, plus I was rushing. It gets funnier. This thing was piping hot and I had to leave for work. I put it out on the porch while I thew my uniform on. Then I put on a wool sweater to pull over my hands (to double as oven mitts) and transported this thing on the streetcar and two different subway lines to get to work. Everyone ate it anyways. Brad says it’s only because I’m their boss. I thought it was good even though the top was burnt.
How do you react to cooking fails?