Friday, January 18, 2008
Three meditations on quince.
One: It sure is pretty. Today I mixed it with some watermelon poppies and clippings from the infamous Purple Queen plant.
Two: it makes for a hell of a jam. My neighbor Jenna cooked up a mean batch of quince jam a few weeks ago and bestowed a large jar of it to me which I cracked open yesterday morning and spread on toast. Food for the Gods! buttery, caramel fruit unctuousness!
She cooked it on and off for two days and used a bear bones recipe calling for 3 lbs of quince, 3 cups of sugar and cinnamon to taste. Quince has natural pectin (who knew) that helps it to set up without using gelatin.
Three: In Edward Lear's famous poem The Owl and The Pussy Cat, the protagonists dine on mince and slices of quince. The Owl and the Pussy Cat is also a film starring a young Barbara Streisand, who I have recently rediscovered via her famous collaboration with Barry Gibbs; Guilty (1980). If you don't know the song What Kind of Fool, well your fooling yourself - you do...and you love it as much as I do.