"NO!" I scream in my mind.
Sensing my hesitation, and because he's a nice boyfriend, Ben asks, "Do you want some of it?"
Um, yes.
"How much?"
All of it. "Half of it."
Ben smiles and cuts the slice in two, leaving me what amounts to one eighth of a galette, then devours his share. And he doesn't even like pears! That's how I know these galettes are good stuff.
