'When I were a lad', I would walk home from school at lunch time, to eat, what, I don't remember. Did mother leave something for me or is this when I developed my one pan, no plate culinary skills, so useful for camping and fishing trips.
What I do remember is the Conference Pear tree, trained against a wall in a corner, it produced reliable crops every year. On my way back to school I would pick a pear to eat. I would start early as soon as they reached a reasonable size, almost as hard as rock, I love them like that.
Later they get golden fleshed and juicy sweet, delicious, but I really do enjoy them hard.

How to eat a Conference Pear. Hold at base, pull stalk hard, out comes a wee tooth brush, I won't mention what we called them. Bite off the top and continue to eat from top down until all you have left is the wee hard calyx which was around the flower. There is no core or pips to worry about, no mess and no waste.
Every garden I have had I have planted a Conference Pear, still I reach out on the way down the garden for a healthy snack. They have cropped very well this year, the photo shows some scabby spots on a couple. I didn't set them up for the picture, they are nothing to worry about and all edible and of course organic.
There are some Runner Beans behind them in the picture, the recent low temperatures have no stopped them cropping yet.