The title sounded classy and the picture in the cookbook was sublime. It was an especially curious dish for someone like me who'd grown up in a land bereft of apricots so I was almost as excited as Aaron to get started.
I prepared the meat while he concocted the strange sauce and 30 minutes later the dish was ready. We served it to the roommates and at first taste everyone was in agreement that it was indeed a tasty treat. Very well done, we thought, until someone brought up the question: "where are the apricots?"
And thats when we realized... we'd used pears by mistake.
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