Quince and a spoon

I was out in the market again, where in the hussle and bustle my gaze landed on a yellowy pile of plump fruit. I had to ignore it and move on as the auntie behind was pushing her way towards a crate of beets. But five steps further, there was another pile. My eyes lit up and my heart started racing, there they were: quinces!!!

I was elated because, I could now make my favourite jam! For me, quince is the best, with apricot a close second followed by forest fruit and orange marmalade. OK, I like fruit preserves, a lot! Perhaps more than one should. Continue reading Facebooktwitterpinterestinstagramby feather