Spring Equinox

"Again she thought of a pear- 

not the everyday gritty kind

 that hung on the tree in the backyard,

 but the fine kind

 sold on trains and at high prices,

 each pear with a paper cone

 wrapping it alone-

 beautiful, 

symmetrical,

 clean pears

 with thin skins,

 with snow-white flesh,

 so juicy and tender

 that to eat one

 baptized the whole face...."

 -Eudora Welty, The Golden Apples (1949)

Excerpt printed as Food For Thought in April Issue of Saveur