There they were, peering at me from a box at the grocer; bright yellow, nobbly and unloved. All the boxes of fruit surrounding them were getting attention, yet the poor quinces sat untouched.
Maybe it’s because people don’t really know what to do with them? Or perhaps its because they require a little preparation before they can be eaten?
Have you ever tasted raw quince? It’s not fun. Kind of like eating a raw potato, but worse.
I couldn’t ignore these poor little dears, so I grabbed a handful and took them home. I wanted a treat; a little bit of warmth as the colder temperatures sweep into town and leaves rain down from the trees.
A bit of baking is one sure-fire way to warm up the kitchen. The smell of golden quince steaming in a bath of sugar and cinnamon, soon to be wrapped in a blanket of pastry scented with lemon thyme.
Yep, I’m feeling warm now.