…at the last few farmers markets of the year this year:
Big pear-yellow knobby things that were more shaped like large apples and that had a very robust sweet smell, that turned out to be quince.
. . .
The one (grey-haired) (pulled-back ponytail) woman at the stand said that she had planted the trees fifteen years ago, and this is the first year that she finally got fruit from them.
“Like quince jelly?”, I was like, and she was like, “Yeah.”
They’re much too hard and sour to eat raw, too, she said, so you have to boil them or bake them or put them in jams, like recently she tried baking them like baked apples and they were pretty good, she said.
. . .
(I got them over two successive weeks, and I tried baking them in different variations like in a honey syrup or in thin slices and then adding honey at the bottom of the bowl when I pulled them out to eat them. I'm not in love, but they weren't bad, they were more interesting than anything else...)
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