Sunday, October 7, 2018
'That old-fashioned fruit that is so hard to find'
Today at church before we went in for Mass in honor of the Feast of Our Lady of the Holy Rosary, also known as Our Lady of Victory, my friend Joe presented me with a little paper bag. Inside was something I had never tasted.
"I have a flowering quince tree," Joe explained, almost apologetically.
He said he was not quite sure what could be done with quince other than jam, because you hear of quince jam or jelly but nothing else.
You cannot eat quince raw! That was what Joe told me.
But I was hardly listening. All I could picture was a flowering quince tree, as in the picture above. Joe is always bringing us treasures from his gardens and now there was this too.
"Joe," I said. "It sounds as if you live in paradise."
Which he emphatically told me was not true, but I do not believe him.
Now there is the matter of what to do with the quince. There is not that much of it, maybe a couple of pounds. I would like to make some manner of jam and present Joe with a jar of it. Or make something with it to bring to our coffee hour. Perhaps a 16th Century Quince Pie.
Oh, look! Kitchn calls it "that old-fashioned fruit that is so hard to find."
Me, all I can think of is Edward Lear's "The Owl and the Pussy-Cat."
After the owl and the pussy-cat got married, they "dined on mince and slices of quince, which they ate with a runcible spoon."
When I bring my quince pie to coffee hour, I will have to remember a runcible spoon.
You have to do these things by the book!