Who could resist this delectable Chocolate Pear Gateau?
Ah, but wouldn’t the Cadbury Cocoa people be surprised at the number of hands being raised right about now.
There’s something fascinating yet disturbing about the coloring of the pears – they have obviously been residing in a tin for some time, but after their liberation were subjected to some bizarre tinting ritual. It’s like makeup for fruit!
Blusher, and then concealer in the form of whipped cream piped all around them, as if to partially conceal them. All of which brings to mind – well, Winnie the Pooh’s behind stuck in Rabbit’s front door, times twelve, for one.
Also, the tinned pears look terrified. As if they are hiding in that whipped cream. What are they so frightened of?
Perhaps they fear the cook wielding the blusher and the Bournville Cocoa. Perhaps they are frightened of the oven. Or of the hungry throngs gathered round the tea table in the next room. Whatever it is, burying yourself in cream cakes never helps, little pears! Trust me on that one.
[Why the title, one might ask? Oh, one might indeed...You could call it a failure of imagination, or else an excess of it. It just came into my head in the midst of the usual Desperate Search For A Title. It was a good movie, too. Antonio Banderas is in it, it was one of his earliest films. And those pears - they started looking more and more anxious to me as I wrote this...]