John insisted on cutting a pear apple off a plant today and cutting it open to show me the inside. I imagine after all these years I have seen one before but when a man has too much time on his hands----well---. He took a taste and tried to get me to. I would have but I don't know when was the last time he washed his pocket knife plus he cut it on the sand. I asked him if it was sweet and he said kind of bitter/sweet. I know some people do make jelly from them and it didn't look too bad inside. I will taste one someday in cleaner circumstances. The cows like them. John had to tell me this story too, you know time on his hands? When he was a little boy a friend from the city came to spend the week-end with him. They were playing far from the house on the ranch where John "runs" his cattle. Country for where he keeps his cattle, don't know why they call it running them. His Daddy used to own part of this ranch many years ago. He and the little visitor got hungry and didn't want to walk to the house so they started eating pear apples and mesquite beans. That night they both got deathly sick especially the city boy who wasn't used to eating strange things. He had to be taken to the hospital and John got in trouble. They aren't poisonous but they just ate too many.