Rosé Poached Pears

this post is sponsored by jcoco chocolate. thank you for supporting the partnerships that allow brewing happiness to grow and exist. xoxo.

Pears are one of the most underrated fruits. They’re so sweet and versatile, and yet no one is making a seasonal pie or tart with them. It’s honestly just rude in my opinion. So I set out to right that wrong with these Rosé Poached Pears with a dark chocolate drizzle and pistachio crumble.

Before I delve into the details of the recipe, I want to talk to you a little about jcoco chocolate. They’re a Seattle-based (and woman owned) chocolate company with a mission to create delicious culinary inspired chocolate and to help fight hunger in the US. Obviously, I’m thrilled to be partnering with them on this recipe. The rosé wine and 80% dark chocolate make such a decadent treat when combined. It’s like they were meant to be. But we all knew that.

If you’ve never poached pears before, it’s a pretty simple process. You just peel the pears, add them to a pot with rosé, maple syrup, ginger, cinnamon, and cardamom, and let it boil and then simmer for 30 minutes. All you really have to do is turn the pears ever so often just to make sure they’re cooking evenly. After poaching the pears, you’ll cook the liquid in the pot down to make a syrup/liquid to pour over the pears and allow them to soak up even more flavor. That’s when you melt your jcoco chocolate and pour it right on top of the pears before garnishing with pistachios and serving.

To me it’s a WONDERFUL treat for this time of year and can really impress a crowd at a dinner party or holiday gathering. Plus, it’s basically just fruit – so it’s definitely on the healthyish side. I hope you enjoy as much as I did! xo.

More healthyish pear recipes: Pear Mint Morning Tonic + Chai Poached Pears + Chai Spiced Pear Muffins + Fig Oatmeal Bake with Caramelized Pear Topping

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Rosé Poached Pears

These Rosé Poached Pears drizzled with dark chocolate and sprinkled with pistachios are the perfect healthyish holiday treat!

Course Dessert

Cuisine American

Prep Time 10 minutes

Cook Time 45 minutes

Resting Time 10 minutes

Total Time 55 minutes

Servings 5 pears

Author Brewing Happiness

Ingredients

• 5 bosc pears, peeled
• 1 bottle rosê wine
• 3/4 cup maple syrup
• 3 cinnamon sticks
• 1" cube fresh ginger, chopped
• 5 cardamom pods, smashed
• 3 oz jcoco 80% Dark Chocolate
• 1 tsp coconut oil
• 2 tbsp pistachios, roughly chopped
• whipped cream, optional

Instructions

1. Peel your pears and place them in a pot on the stovetop. Add rosé, maple syrup, cinnamon sticks, ginger, and cardamom. 

2. Heat over high heat until boiling. Once boiling, reduce heat to medium-low and simmer for 30 minutes. Toss your pears occasionally, to make sure they're cooking evenly.
   

3. After 30 minutes, make sure your pears are fork-tender, and then remove the pears from the pot. Transfer them to a rectangular baking pan. 

4. Simmer the remaining wine mixture on medium for 15 minutes or until the liquid has reduced by half.

5. After 15 minutes, pour the liquid over the pears and let sit for 10 minutes.

6. Meanwhile heat jcoco 80% Dark Chocolate  and coconut oil in a double boiler over medium heat, whisking constantly until the chocolate is melted and smooth. 

7. When ready to serve, drizzle melted chocolate over each pear and sprinkle with chopped pistachios. Serve with whipped cream (optional.) 

8. EAT UP. 

My sister and I are four years apart. (I’m the baby.) Growing up, I used to follow her around the house attempting to somehow become her through osmosis. I’m sure she interpreted this as both an annoyance and me attempting to outshine her. Yet, she was always kind to me. Always gracious enough to let me hang out with her friends and really never treated me like a lesser sibling. She took my opinion seriously, she came to me for advice at times, and she allowed me to confide in her.

My sister has always been my favorite human on this earth. (Don’t tell my parents.)

I’ve always loved the way she defies every stereotype you want to ascribe to her. She’s platinum blonde, I’m talking platinum, but she’s one of the smartest people I know, with a straight-shooter personality she can deliver the facts and achieve goals like no one else. She’s also incredibly empathetic. You trust her. She makes you feel at home. She’s incredibly responsible and clean (I mean, wayyyy past Monica level clean), and yet she can party with the best of them and loves her some rap music. She’s tall and lanky, but could kick your ass on and off a tennis court. And no matter how slim you think she is, girl can also slay a chocolate cake and french fries. She the best person to get drunk with. She’s my favorite secret keeper. She’s everything I could ever hope to be.

And she was my favorite human on earth, until yesterday.

On December 8th, 2018, my sweet little niece – Emerson – was born. That morning I was in my sister’s kitchen making these Rosé Poached Pears, knowing that anytime this new little life could be born. (Luckily this recipe is super easy to make and now I have a treat for my sister when she gets home.) So I ate dessert for breakfast (highly recommend), and headed off to the hospital. By 5:00pm, that sweet little girl was in the world.

I’ve never thought that I wanted kids. I grew up babysitting and like kids, but I never thought I wanted them for myself. All of that changed the minute my sister called to tell me she was pregnant. Something in me shifted, and now all I know is that Emerson has been special to me from moment one. Having a tiny human that is related to you is so incredibly remarkable and I didn’t know until that phone call.

To see her big lips and puffy cheeks and wide eyes take in the world, my heart truly feels like it’s in her hand. This small creature, birthed by and made up of the same DNA as my sister, must be magic. And now the cycle begins again, all I want to do is follow her around and spend all of my time by her side. Except this time, I get to show her what’s great about this world, remind her of how amazing her mom is (even when she’s 17 and doesn’t believe it). I get to be the older, wiser confidant. I get to be the secret keeper. I get to be the advice giver.

I only hope I am half as good as my sister was.

xo.