It's Only a Pear

I like all kinds of fruits-among  my favorites are -watermelon.honeydew,Fuji apples, oranges (I like grapefruits, but it affects  the medicine I take, so now I must  avoid it), strawberries, blueberries, raspberries and pears. But not any pear, it has to be a bosc pear-not the red ones, the brownish, ugly ones-they  are my favorites.

    I can not explain why this type of pear satisfies my craving for something sweet. In most cases, a bowl of chocolate ice cream, or a Milano cookie or a Berger cookie will satisfy  this craving, and yet if there is a bosc pear available  I will go for  the pear.

  Now, I do not want the pear to be too ripe-it has to be hard, crunchy and cold.

  The bosc pear is not a pretty fruit.  It is brown, scarred, splotchy-it looks like it has been through a war of pears- but I  do  not  care.

I raise the pear to my mouth and take a bite. The taste is cold and sweet, with a slight earthy taste.  When  I am done eating-only the stem  and  seeds are left.It is a taste that is so satisfying and yet my friends  say" Bob, it is only a pear"

I know it is only a pear.  But for a brief  moment, as I am enjoying this  ugly  pear I find  myself  someplace  else.
There are no people, no TV, no music, no noise except  the crunch of my pear.

I sigh and I wonder  how can  such an ugly pear  provide such a beautiful  feeling.