Although I’ve loved spending the past few years in my kitchen in Boston’s North End, it’s time for a change. David and I are lucky enough to have found a great place on the other side of the river that we both love.
We’re much closer to nature, with a little back yard and the Charles River just a few blocks away. We’ve been watching the trees bud and the flowers spring up over the past couple of weeks as we settle in. Lounging on the stairs to our back deck outside in the (still very chilly) night air, we talk about all we’ve left behind and everything we’re looking forward to in our new neighborhood.
To celebrate our first Saturday in our new space, I made this pear crisp. I wanted my first dish to be celebratory: something we don’t eat every day. Because we had loads of unpacking to do, it also needed to be on the low-maintenance end of the spectrum.