Pear Gorgonzola Pizza

Today’s Adventures in Food…

I’ve spent a few days researching pear Gorgonzola combo recipes. I was enthralled by the idea of the marriage of pungent Gorgonzola cheese and ripe juicy sweet Bosch pear. I already had every ingredient I wanted except for the pear.

I started with a small piece of pizza dough from the dough I had earlier made in the bread machine. I made a caramelized brandied onion. I had a little bit of shredded mozzarella cheese, Gorgonzola crumbles, walnuts, and tons of fresh Rosemary. I sent John to the produce stand for a pear. This is absolutely the best thing I’ve ever made and tasted. The complexity of flavors, colors, and textures is epic.

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