The owl and the pussycat went to sea...
....In a beautiful pea-green boat......
....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 moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
This favourite Edward Lear poem is my attempt to link the two disparate elements of this post - hopefully the connection will become clear by the end!
The other day, my neighbour brought me a big bag full of quinces from the tree in his garden. The quince resembles a large knobbly pear and has a curious downy covering to its skin. This unprepossessing fruit is something of an 'ugly duckling'; it is virtually inedible raw and requires long cooking, but once cooked it transforms into a beautiful pink and perfumed delicacy -in this case quince jelly.
There are several recipes on the internet for quince jelly, should you be lucky enough to find or be given any of the fruit. Quinces seem to have fallen from favour and ar…
This favourite Edward Lear poem is my attempt to link the two disparate elements of this post - hopefully the connection will become clear by the end!
The other day, my neighbour brought me a big bag full of quinces from the tree in his garden. The quince resembles a large knobbly pear and has a curious downy covering to its skin. This unprepossessing fruit is something of an 'ugly duckling'; it is virtually inedible raw and requires long cooking, but once cooked it transforms into a beautiful pink and perfumed delicacy -in this case quince jelly.
There are several recipes on the internet for quince jelly, should you be lucky enough to find or be given any of the fruit. Quinces seem to have fallen from favour and ar…
