sweet and juicy

I like pears a lot. Robert is fairly indifferent to them. He will eat them to be polite, but doesn't get nearly as excited by their delicate flavor as do I. Last week, I bought myself some pears and was letting them ripen one at a time, then eating them as a treat after dinner. Robert saw me slicing one and became a little agitated. He needed me to tell him what kind of pear I was about to eat. It was clearly on the tip of his tongue, but he just wasn't producing the word. Turns out that he'd seen a woman whom he'd wanted to tell me about. She was shaped like a pear, but not just any pear. She was shaped exactly like the pear I was getting ready to savor -- it was an anjou.