This morning in the garden was all about the quince harvest. I’m feeling very lucky to have such a wonderful fruit tree at the bottom of the garden. It produced beautiful pink blossom through the spring, and now offers these lovely golden fruits.
The boughs of the quince tree are heavy with fruit, and I’ve harvested a couple of dozen so far.
There’s more quince here than I know what to do with. I’m not complaining at all, just noting that I need to think of plans for quince!
Quince is often mentioned in Edward Lear’s nonsense poetry, I remember reading about it as a child and wondering what this funny sounding fruit was like.
It’s well known that the Owl and the pussy cat enjoyed quince.
I considered making mince and quince for our tea tonight, but it sounds weird and horrible so I’m not sure I’ll risk it. It’s probably not the best idea to base a recipe on whimsical poetry, and we don’t even have a runcible spoon.
Anyone got any good quince recipe recommendations?