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Pear Trifle and My Neighbor's Wonderful Pound Cake

My neighbor has given me a wonderful pound cake. It's sizable, and if I were to sit and eat it straight, I'd be eating it for days. So I have used part of it to make a trifle using a recipe from Bon Appétit. Granted, now I am eating trifle every day, but I don't mind.

Pear and Caramel Trifle

For pears
1 vanilla bean, split lengthwise
6 cups water
1 1/2 cups sugar
1 2-inch strip lemon peel
4 firm but ripe pears (about 2 pounds), peeled, halved, cored

For caramel
1 cup sugar
1/4 cup water
1 cup warm whipping cream

1 1/2 cups chilled whipping cream
1 1/2 tablespoons powdered sugar
1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract

12 1/4-inch-thick slices from purchased 12-ounce pound cake (or a beautiful home-made one instead)

Make pears:
Scrape seeds from vanilla bean into large saucepan; add bean. I have a small jar of vanilla powder from a shop in Dejon, France, so I used a bit of that instead of the bean. Add 6 cups water, sugar and lemon peel. Stir over medium heat until mixture comes to simmer. Add pears; simmer until tender, about 15 minutes. Cool pears in syrup.

Make caramel:
Stir 1 cup sugar and 1/4 cup water in heavy medium saucepan over low heat until sugar dissolves. Increase heat; boil without stirring until sugar turns deep amber, occasionally swirling pan and brushing down sides with wet pastry brush, about 10 minutes. Remove from heat. Add 1 cup warm cream (mixture will bubble up). Return to very low heat; stir until smooth. Chill sauce uncovered until cold, about 1 hour.

Beat chilled cream, powdered sugar and vanilla in large bowl until firm peaks form. Fold 1/2 cup cold caramel sauce into cream; cover and chill remaining sauce.

Drain pears and cut crosswise into 1/2-inch-thick slices. Place enough cake slices in a trifle dish to cover the bottom. Top each with half of the pair, about half of the reserved caramel sauce and one third of the caramel cream. Repeat layering with cake, pears, caramel sauce and caramel cream. (Can be made 1 day ahead. Cover and chill.)

Drizzle remaining caramel sauce over trifle. I confess I didn't have enough "remaining caramel" on account of licking the bowl, so I sprinkled the top with chocolate curls instead.

Comments

dive said…
Ooooh, Robyn! Delicious!
I can almost taste the aroma of those pears from four thousand miles away.
Trifle is a splendid way to ensure no cake goes to waste.
And licking the bowl is one of life's great joys.
Yum!
savannah said…
i was talking about this dessert just yesterday..well, a trifle, not pear & caramel trifle, but i digress...i think it's the shape of the bowl that i like and how it really sets off the dessert inside. the fact that the dessert is scrumptious is delicious extras! xoxo
Alifan said…
Looks yummy Robyn....
Mrs. G. said…
This sounds sooooo good. I love that beautiful trifle dish.

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