Pear is the most magnificent, most delicious, most spectacullent fruit. It goes back a long long time ago around more than 4000 years ago. I really love this amazing delicious fruit

My friend was given this fruit by a housemate and says it is a mango. I'm convinced it is a pear.

Please help identify the fruit (and species if known). Fruit is from Sydney Australia if that helps

Sprzątanie mieszkania jest nieodłącznym elementem codziennego życia. Wszyscy chcemy mieszkać w czystym i schludnym otoczeniu, które sprzyja naszemu zdrowiu i samopoczuciu. Jednak, czy powinniśmy sprzątać mieszkanie samodzielnie, czy też skorzystać z usług profesjonalnej firmy sprzątającej? W tym tekście porównamy te dwie opcje.

Sprzątanie mieszkania samodzielnie

Sprzątanie mieszkania samodzielnie ma swoje zalety i wady. Na pewno jedną z największych zalet jest oszczędność pieniędzy. Nie musimy płacić za usługi firmy sprzątającej, co na dłuższą metę może przynieść sporą oszczędność.

Drugą zaletą jest większa kontrola nad procesem sprzątania. Możemy zdecydować, jakie produkty i narzędzia użyjemy, jakie pomieszczenia sprzątniemy i kiedy to zrobimy. W ten sposób możemy dostosować proces sprzątania do naszych indywidualnych potrzeb i wymagań.

Jednak sprzątanie mieszkania samodzielnie ma także swoje wady. Po pierwsze, wymaga to czasu i wysiłku. Sprzątanie mieszkania może być czasochłonne i wymagać dużego wysiłku fizycznego, zwłaszcza jeśli mamy duże mieszkanie lub dużą rodzinę.

Po drugie, nasze umiejętności i wiedza na temat skutecznego sprzątania mogą być ograniczone. Może się okazać, że pomimo naszych najlepszych chęci, nie jesteśmy w stanie dokładnie wyczyścić każdego kawałka mieszkania.

Sprzątanie przez profesjonalną firmę sprzątającą

Sprzątanie przez profesjonalną firmę sprzątającą ma także swoje zalety i wady. Jedną z największych zalet jest wysoka jakość sprzątania. Firmy sprzątające zatrudniają wykwalifikowanych pracowników, którzy posiadają nie tylko wiedzę, ale także odpowiednie narzędzia i produkty do sprzątania. Dzięki temu, nasze mieszkanie może być dokładnie i skutecznie wyczyszczone.

Kolejną zaletą jest oszczędność czasu i wysiłku. W przypadku korzystania z usług firmy sprzątającej, nie musimy martwić się o czas i wysiłek potrzebny do sprzątania. Możemy skupić się na innych ważnych sprawach, a nasze mieszkanie zostanie wyczyszczone w sposób profesjonalny i skuteczny.

Jednak, sprzątanie przez profesjonalną firmę sprzątającą ma również swoje wady. Po pierwsze, jest to kosztowne rozwiązanie. Usługi profesjonalnej firmy sprzątającej są zwykle droższe niż samodzielne sprzątanie, co może stanowić duży wydatek dla wielu osób.

Po drugie, korzystając z usług firmy sprzątającej, tracimy kontrolę nad procesem sprzątania. Nie mamy wpływu na to, jakie produkty i narzędzia zostaną użyte, ani na to, kiedy zostanie wykonane sprzątanie. Może to być szczególnie uciążliwe dla osób, które chcą mieć pełną kontrolę nad procesem sprzątania.

Podsumowanie

Podsumowując, zarówno samodzielne sprzątanie mieszkania, jak i korzystanie z usług profesjonalnej firmy sprzątającej mają swoje zalety i wady. Decyzja o tym, którą opcję wybrać, zależy od indywidualnych potrzeb i preferencji.

Jeśli mamy czas i chęci do sprzątania, samodzielne sprzątanie mieszkania może być dobrym rozwiązaniem. Pozwoli nam to oszczędzić pieniądze i zachować pełną kontrolę nad procesem sprzątania.

Jeśli natomiast nie mamy czasu lub chęci do sprzątania, korzystanie z usług profesjonalnej firmy sprzątającej może być najlepszym rozwiązaniem. Choć jest to kosztowne rozwiązanie, pozwoli nam to zaoszczędzić czas i wysiłek, a nasze mieszkanie zostanie wyczyszczone w sposób profesjonalny i skuteczny.

Nie ważne, jaką opcję wybierzemy, ważne jest, aby utrzymywać czystość i porządek w naszym domu. Czyste i schludne mieszkanie sprzyja naszemu zdrowiu i samopoczuciu, dlatego warto poświęcić czas i wysiłek, aby je utrzymać w dobrym stanie.

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Found this article in the FT a few weeks back, thought I would share.

One key point is that the pear is one of the few fruits that you have to leave a few days to ripen, otherwise they are hard and have a sharp taste. Article also covers the history of pears, their popularity in the Victorian era, and how one type of pear was known as the 'pear of anguish' .

https://www.ft.com/content/b242f386-a4ae-4c7e-b368-ed3299e5b80e

As there is a paywall I have cut and pasted the article below:

To enjoy a pear in its prime — not rock hard but not too mushy either — is to feel that you are seizing not just the day but the whole season. It’s one of those autumn moments, like crunching through dry leaves, that feels all the more satisfying precisely because it is shortlived. A perfect pear, with its gently swelling pyriform shape, is mellow fruitfulness personified.

This year, the experience has been even more fleeting than usual because the pear harvest was damaged across Europe by a wet and cold spring at just the time when pollination should have been taking place. In August, the World Apple and Pear Association announced that the EU pear crop was forecast to decrease by 28 per cent year on year. This has been a harsh blow given that sales of pears per capita had already been steadily declining even in the most pear-loving countries such as Spain and Italy since the early 2000s.

Consumer analysis suggests that the main reason for the pear’s recent sales decline (along with perceived inconvenience of its juiciness and shape) is “lack of flavour”. This seems odd. At its best, a pear is so deeply scented that it is like perfume disguised as fruit. Then again, as Edward Bunyard wrote in The Anatomy of Dessert in 1929, the pear “withholds its secrets from the merely hungry” because it needs to be picked unripe but eaten ripe. In a world of instant gratification, a pear is that rare food that refuses to be rushed.

OK, so you can cheat and buy a pack of “Perfectly Ripe Williams Pears” from M&S flown in from Spain or Italy, but even these will taste infinitely better if you give them half a day at room temperature to let the fragrance bloom.

Too many times, I have berated the pears in my fruit bowl for being dull when really the fault was mine for failing to wait for the fruit to reveal its magic. Even a nondescript Conference — the most planted pear in Europe but far from the most fragrant or interesting — can ripen into something meltingly sweet if you give it time. “I suppose . . . you have sometimes plucked a pear before it was ripe, Master Copperfield?” asks Uriah Heep in Charles Dickens’ David Copperfield, alluding to his premature announcement of his plan to marry Agnes. We probably all have.

Pears are a paradoxical fruit. Throughout history, they have had a reputation for exceeding apples in flavour and yet have seldom attained the same level of popular appeal (the exception being canned Bartlett pears, which, from their Californian heyday in the 1930s, have always sold in far greater volume than canned apples).

The Enlightenment naturalist Pierre Daubenton wrote that good pears were “infinitely superior to the finest apples”. But he also noted that pears were not as popular with “the common people” because apples could be eaten before they were ripe whereas “unripe pears are intolerably tart”. Today, unripe pears are not even tart, just bland and turnippy.

“There’s this snag with pears,” says pear expert Joan Morgan, “that you have to buy them unripe and ripen them at home, so there’s not the instant satisfaction of an apple.”

In a world of instant gratification, a pear refuses to be rushed

Morgan is the author of The Book of Pears: The Definitive History and Guide to Over 500 Varieties (Ebury Press, £45), a beautiful and informative volume that makes you feel that for centuries pears have been a rare piece of poetry in a prosaic world. Speaking from her home in Kent, Morgan tells me that she feels sad that pears are losing out to other fruits. “The number in cultivation has declined from 50 years ago,” she says.

The Defra National Fruit Collection at Brogdale in Kent lists more than 500 pear varieties, but it is a rare farmer who grows anything other than the Conference pears that supermarkets demand. And pears have competition now, not just from the apples but from fresh strawberries and raspberries, which are available year-round. Morgan wishes that more people knew the joy of pears because at their best, she writes, they are “gold to the apple’s silver”.

To enjoy a pear in season, ideally buy or pick it at least a few days before you want to eat it and keep it in a bowl “somewhere not too hot” says Morgan. Two of her favourites are Doyenné du Comice — whose luscious, barrel-shaped fruit she calls the “pear of superlatives” — and Beurré Hardy, which she sometimes finds from suppliers in Kent, and which tastes intensely of rose water.

Once you have your pear, watch and wait. Like a boiled egg, you can’t know for sure from the outside whether it is ready or not. But there are a few clues. When you touch the pear’s neck — the narrow part near the stalk — it should yield slightly and the skin may smell faintly of wet roses. When you bite into it, the white, deeply perfumed flesh is bursting with juice but should still offer some resistance. Above all, the texture is rich and buttery, even though it contains no fat.

This buttery texture is — along with their extraordinary shape — what sets a pear apart from its fellow tree-fruit, the apple. Admittedly, there are still some delicious pear varieties that are not buttery but firm and crisp in texture, such as the Passe Crassane winter pear grown in France, whose stalks are coated in red wax to protect them from moisture loss. There are also the apple-shaped Asian pears — yet these are a whole other fruit, botanically speaking.

Buttery flesh is, though, a characteristic of most of the best dessert pears — from Williams to Comice to Concorde to the lovely Bosc, which I always buy when I am in the US, and which I wish we could get here. The only fruit I can think of that exceeds a pear in butteriness is the Alphonso mango. So I was surprised to find that the buttery pear is a relatively recent historical invention. We owe its existence to a visionary 18th-century plant breeder who took the pear and spent more than 50 years working to improve it.

Pears in general are a very ancient fruit. Traces of wild pears have been found in Neolithic sites in the Caucasus and across Europe. But these would have been nothing like a modern dessert pear. The French novelist Alexandre Dumas wrote that on account of their disappointing taste and puny size, wild pears were known as “poires d’angoisse” or pears of anguish.

The closest to a modern equivalent of a wild pear would be the perry pears that are still grown in England to make perry (like cider but made from pears). In his new book Eating to Extinction: The World’s Rarest Foods and Why We Need to Save Them, Dan Saladino goes on the hunt for rare varieties of perry pears in Herefordshire in the company of perry maker Tom Oliver (whose perries you can buy at thefinecider.company). Oliver is one of just a handful of British producers carrying on the old traditions of perry-making. He regards one of his trees — the Coppy, which carries yellow-red fruits — as a “living monument” because it is the only known one left in existence.

Oliver also grows other perry pears such as the Green Roller (which Saladino says looks like a miniature Conference pear), the Blakeney red (whose juice was used to dye uniforms khaki during the first world war) and “the Arlingham Squash, the shape of a teardrop”. When blended into one of Oliver’s perries, Saladino says, these perry pears make a drink that is “lighter than wine, more elegant than cider” with the “bittersweet taste of ripening orchard fruit”. But eaten raw, Saladino finds them overwhelmingly astringent, “as if all the moisture was being sucked out of your mouth”. And as the season goes on, Oliver tells me, perry pears become even harder and more astringent. In this, they are similar to older varieties of eating pear, which turned hard and sour as summer turned to autumn.

In medieval times, pears were mostly a fruit for cooking. The only domesticated pears that were sweet and juicy enough for eating fresh were the summer pears. The pears of autumn, by contrast, were tough, grainy and sour, like a quince. They needed long baking or stewing — and, ideally, plenty of honey and sweet wine — before they were remotely edible.

By the 17th century, buttery eating pears existed, but only on the richest tables. Jean-Baptiste de la Quintinie (1624-1688) was the horticulturist at the court of Louis XIV. An important part of his job was growing and selecting the pears for the royal table. Some were tiny and served in bunches like cherries and some were giant such as the Bon Chrétien d’Hiver, which sold for five shillings apiece during the 17th century (maybe £30 in today’s money).

Quintinie prided himself on doing such a good job of ripening the pears that none of the king’s guests should stoop to “Picking and Squeezing”. A good pear, in his view, could either be crunchy (“cassante”) with a pulp that “breaks short in your mouth” or it could have a “butter-like and smooth pulp” such as the Bergamote d’Automne. Quintinie considered these buttery ones the most valuable pears of all.

It is a kind of miracle that the buttery pears that were once the preserve of kings can now be freely bought as cheaply as apples. For this, we should thank Jean-Baptiste Van Mons (1765-1842), a Belgian plant breeder who devoted his life to the improvement of pears and whose many innovations included Bosc and d’Anjou. Over 51 years, he invested nearly 300,000 francs in his pear-breeding programmes. Van Mons’ revolution, as Joan Morgan explains to me, was to find a way to produce pears that had a good yield and hardiness but also “this juicy melting texture and perfume throughout the season”.

His Flemish pears were the model from which the most-eaten modern pears were bred, including Doyenné du Comice and Conference. This flurry of new varieties gave rise to a pear mania in mid-Victorian England, when they became one of the most fashionable of garden fruits and objects of desire. In the 1860s, the chef Auguste Escoffier centred one of his most celebrated desserts around them: Poires Belle Hélène, or poached pears served with vanilla ice cream and a rich chocolate sauce. In the 1920s, hotel menus would sometimes offer a single ripe Comice, served with a knife and fork, as one of the dessert options.

In the days of pear mania, Escoffier centred one of his most celebrated desserts around the fruit: Poires Belle Hélène

Those days of pear mania are long gone sadly. As Morgan remarks, British pears may be rich in folates and vitamin C but they cannot compete in the “superfood” stakes with imported berries such as blueberries. Perry pear cultivation is also in decline. Tom Oliver says he wishes he could persuade anyone with enough land to plant one of the endangered varieties: “It’s such a majestic tree and you are doing your bit in perpetuity.”

It’s a lonely existence being a pear maniac in the modern world. We have to seek them out where we can, from the few valiant farmers who still grow them. Or from private gardens. In late September, I stood in a neighbour’s garden where there were originally no fewer than six varieties of pear, a legacy of Victorian pear-mania (her house was built in the 1890s). Three of the trees had become diseased but three remained, heavy with branches of swelling yellowy-green fruit.

One was a Doyenné du Comice but she wasn’t sure about the other two. We picked some of the Comices with a special contraption: a stick with a metal cage on the end, shaped like a pear, to claw the fruit down without bruising it. When she first moved into the house 40 years ago, she had bought a freezer just for storing the pears, but now she struggles to get through them all. We decided to pick as many as we could and put them outside in a box for passers-by to take.

I took my stash of garden-Comices home, put them in a bowl and looked at them impatiently, wishing I could eat them straight away, even though I knew they needed a few days to ripen. So I decided to bake them. Pears are one food that can be quicker to eat cooked than raw.

I cut the bottoms off 10 pears, arranged them in a ceramic dish and baked them in the oven with marsala and sugar for an hour (1 cup of marsala to ½ a cup of sugar, an Alice Waters recipe from Chez Panisse Fruit). They shrank a little and turned caramel-golden. When we ate them, with cream, they tasted as sweet as an autumn afternoon.

Bee Wilson is a food writer and author of “The Way We Eat Now”