Bartlett Pear Pie

I grew up in Southern Oregon which is famous for Ta Da! Pears!  Or it used to be anyway.  Most people have heard of Harry and David’s, right?  There is one in almost every outlet mall I have ever been to.  When I was a kid Harry and David’s was a small catalog company.  It was locally owned, many people in the valley would get extra work during the holidays answering phones or packing baskets.  We often went to the Harry and David fruit stand.  Back then it was a warehouse with big sliding doors on one wall.  There were bins of ‘second’ pears, little plastic wrapped trays of dried fruit with a plastic two-pronged fork and an almond filled date in the middle, lopsided or cracked cheesecakes and anything else that was left over or not nice enough for the catalog.  We went there because my mom could get a great deal.
I grew up eating pears that were grown a few miles from my house and canned in my kitchen.  Our grape juice came from grapes my grandmother grew.  Apple sauce came from the apple trees in our back yard.  What does this have to do with pear pie?  I have no idea!  Anyway…

It is FALL!  This is the end of the Bartlett pear season.  And I made one last pear pie to celebrate!

I also made a Chicken Pot Pie.  (recipe later)