“They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon…”
~ ‘The Owl and the Pussycat’, by Edward Lear
One year our small bush produced a huge bushel-full of quince so I made jelly. Very not worth it in my opinion. Much work for not much jelly and not much taste either. Better to pick the the fruit and put it in a pretty bowl and let the fragrance of it waft up your nose for weeks and weeks and weeks.
(That’s quince-in-a-bowl in the header of this blog. Smells nice, yes?)
today's forage 