The Decline And Fall Of The Medlar
The medlar laboured under several disadvantages, not least their fruit’s appearance: it just does not look appetising. Its underside, consisting of a central pit surrounded by two widely spread sepals resembles a well-formed backside, making it the butt of bawdy humour. Colloquially, it was known as “openarse”, a term first appearing in Aelfric’s Grammatica-Latino-Saxonica (c995 AD) and used by writers such as Chaucer and Shakespeare for its comedic value. The French were equally unflattering, likening it to the backsides of, variously, a donkey, monkey, or dog.
Although fruiting much later than other English fruits, medlars do not offer immediate gratification. When they are first picked, the inner flesh is rock hard and acerbic to the taste. To make them edible, they must be bletted, a term coined by John Lindley in his Introduction to the Natural System of Botany (1839) and derived from the French word “blessi”, used to describe the bruised appearance of some fruits. He later defined the process as “the kind of change which results in the formation of a brown colour, without putrefaction, as in the case of the fruit of the Medlar”.
The chemical process of bletting is still not well understood, but, in essence, enzymes in the fruit break down complex carbohydrates into simple sugars such as fructose and glucose and reduce the harsh tannins. Once picked, medlars were placed, bottom downwards, in a crate of sawdust or, according to Chaucer’s Reve’s Tale, in mullock (rubbish or debris) or stree (straw), and left in a cool place. After several weeks, their skin begins to take on a wrinkled texture, turning dark brown, and the once hard, astringent flesh softens to a consistency akin to that of a baked apple.
They are ready to eat when they smell like apples. The once white, acrid flesh transforms into a brown, apple-like purée and tastes like a very sweet fig with a touch of citrus. Even then, getting at the pulp for cooking is a challenge as the medlar is full of seeds. Simmering and mashing the pulp separates the flesh from the seeds, but if eaten raw, the only way to remove the non-edible seeds is to spit them out.
Before Lindley, the chemical process necessary to render the medlar edible was simply known as rotting. Recipe books, like Robert May’s The Accomplish’t Cook (1660), instructed cooks to “take medlars that are rotten”. This association with decomposition made the medlar the Marmite of fruits, provoking extreme reactions and resulting in it being tolerated simply because it was the only fresh seasonal fruit available. “A few people like Medlars and a great many other people make a hollow pretence of doing so”, one writer acknowledged.
Harsher critics claimed that a bletted medlar “doesn’t look fit to eat”, they were “not sufficiently good to make them worth raising, except as a curiosity”, and were “one degree better than a rotten apple”. D H Lawrence was even more damning, describing them as “wineskins of brown morbidity, autumnal excrementa…an exquisite odour of leave taking”. For one writer the experience was all too much; “try as we would, we just could not get up the courage to…taste one”. Clearly a case of chacun à son gôut.
Medlars, though, were manna from heaven for writers seeking a memorable turn of phrase. Thomas Dekker, in The Honest Whore (1604), wrote that “women are like medlars, no sooner ripe than rotten” while for Samuel Johnson one man’s “wit is like a medlar; it is never ripe until it is rotten”.
As Baird and Thieret concluded in their paper, The Medlar from Antiquity to Obscurity, published in Economic Botany[1](1989), “that medlars must be bletted before they are edible and that, once bletted, they have an internal appearance that to some people is uninviting – these facts militate against wide popularity of this fruit. Further, the wide variety of “better” fruits available nowadays rather successfully outcompetes medlars” Nevertheless, it “is one that deserves to be more widely known and used. Well-bletted medlars are, in our opinion, good – indeed, better than some of the “better” fruits sold in grocery stores”.
When it comes to medlars, beauty is more than skin deep, it seems.
