We ate the last slices after dinner yesterday and I was surprised how delicious it was even four days later. Fall wouldn't be fall without apples and pears. And as much as I like apple pie, it's a bit of a job to make one -- not something I do on the spur of the moment (unlike my amazing-pie-making friend Di). I can, however, whip up a clafouti in only a few minutes. Simple but delicious and a great way to show off and enjoy the pears of fall.
Fresh, beautiful pears are available in about every market these days. I used Bartletts because that's what I had, and they were perfectly ripe and in need of eating. But Conference, Concord, Anjou, Bosc . . . they'd all be wonderful. My favorite recipe is from Barefoot in Paris by Ina Garten. The batter beats up thicker and rises a bit higher than others I've tried. The brandy gives it an amazing flavor and fragrance. And there's something to it after it falls.
Clafouti eating would be a good activity for the last weekend of September if you ask me.