Adam and I are not the biggest dessert eaters. In fact, to be perfectly honest, we rarely bake or prepare desserts at home and almost never order them at a restaurant. If we are ever in the mood for something sweet at the end of the meal, we usually just grab a chocolate bar (Adam goes for the dark chocolate and I the milk) and we are happy as can be. With all of that said, we do as most people do, get cravings. The most recent one was my influence. For a few weeks now, I had been wanting to poach a pear. I don’t really know why I was so infatuated with the concept of poaching a pear, it wasn’t like I had recently seen it in a magazine or on TV or even at a restaurant, but the feeling was overwhelming, so much so that I was finally able to convince Adam to drive to the store and purchase some absolutely beautiful Bosc pears so we could then quickly drive back home and poach.