I’ve always loved storms. Lightning cracking. Thunder smacking. Rumbling. Oh the rumbling. When I still lived at home, our house was in the woods on the top of a hill. Ideal storming location. I remember when I was still in grade school and there was a storm ripping and roaring outside. I was still sleeping, and then the most insanely loud crack and boom billowed through the house and the woods. I woke up screaming. Literally screamed. My mom though felt no reason to check on me, as she figured I would determine that the storm a crankin outside was what startled me awake. I later, gave her hell. Telling her, maybe it was gun and you were all dead and I had no idea. And here I am in my bed with only moments left, because I screamed and gave away my position.
Drama has always been my middle name.
When I moved to Ohio though, storms were kind of different animal. They always seemed to come with tornado watches or warnings. Something you just don’t see in Northern Michigan. So I kind of lost my love, and replaced it with a slight amount of worry or fear. But the last two days here, have been stormy. And you know what? For the first time in ohhh seven or eight years they felt comforting again. Yes, I checked the weather app on my phone and flipped to the local channels a couple times to make sure I didn’t have to grab Chewy and head for cover. But I never felt actually worried.
When I lived in Bowling Green, (NW Ohio), tornado alarms were ALWAYS going off it seemed. And no one cared. It was crazy. I was at a gas station just down the road from my apartment at the time, and the sirens started. I immediately looked around to see what everyone else was doing. Are they taking cover in the gas station? Are the hurrying home, or anywhere for that matter? No and no. It was like being in a silent movie. No one heard the sirens. Well not really. Just no one reacted to them. I was always told when you hear sirens you duck and cover that shit. In BG, it was just an annoying sound like the sound of a screaming sneezer. You know the ones. The ones that yell AHHHH and then they choo. Yeah like that. Just horribly annoying sound, that happens to make your ears want to explode. Except if your name is Logan, and you happen to not even hear it in the middle of the night. And your freaked out girlfriend is watching the news in bed, on the second floor next to a window and the news is telling everyone to take shelter. Yeah,there’s that too.
Tornado sirens = take cover. The. End.
Sooo this pear crumble. I originally made an apple and pear crumble sometime in the fall or early winter. I followed a recipe and was super unimpressed and was actually miffed at how it turned out. But when I saw pears on sale again a few weeks ago I thought I should give it another try and just wing it. Logan always says he loves it when I just wing it, it’s always when things turn out the best. Except winging means not measuring, which is super unhelpful for you.
But with just a few ingredients this time and with a more wholesome goal in mind I threw together this pear crumble. And holy moly I was in love.
I actually made it twice, so that I could photograph it, actually measure out ingredients and share it with you. The first time I put the pecans right in with the pears, and I really enjoyed it that way. The second time, and for the pictures you see here, I put the pecans in with the oat crumble. Both worked wonderfully. So you will find the recipe includes the pecans in the crumble, as that’s how I measured it out. But in the notes, I am giving you my guesstimate on how to include them with the pears, as I didn’t actually measure it that way initially. This recipe has some leeway though, and it just works.
I highly recommend serving the crumble warm, after it has cooled slightly and served with ice cream.
And yes two scoops are totally warranted and encouraged.
- 3 ripe Bartlett pears, cored and chopped
- 1/4 large lemon, juiced
- 4 tablespoons coconut sugar, divided
- 3/4 cup old-fashioned rolled oats (gluten free, if desired)
- 1/3 cup pecans, chopped
- 1 1/2 tablespoons almond flour
- 1/2 teaspoon baking powder
- 2 tablespoons refined coconut oil
- maple syrup (optional)
- Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Lightly grease/spray a tart pan or 8×8 baking dish.
- In a medium bowl toss pears, lemon juice and 2 tablespoons of coconut sugar to coat. Pour pear mixture into baking dish. Using the same bowl (don’t worry about cleaning it) add oats, pecans, almond flour, remaining 2 tablespoons of coconut sugar, and baking powder. Stir to combine. Using your fingers, pinch and crumble the solid coconut oil and mix until incorporated with oat mixture. Pour oat mixture on top of pears and spread into an even layer.
- Bake covered for 20 minutes. Remove cover and bake for an additional 20 minutes, or until oat topping is firm and browned. *Optional, with 10 minutes remaining lightly drizzle a small amount of maple syrup over top of the crumble, and continue baking until done.
- Serve warm with multiple scoops of vanilla ice cream.