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:: Thursday, April 20, 2006 ::

To match with the green apple, here is a quince

a quince's bottom
I love eating quince raw slice by raw slice—the knife is my favourite quince treatment. All of the quince's unique smell is retained. The sound of the knife going through the flesh is something I enjoy, as is holding the fruit in my hand. It is a wonderful feeling fruit, having a quite human skin.

The mouth-feel of raw quince is wonderful, too, if you like it (and I love it).

On cold days, though, there's nothing to beat baked quince and oatmeal with cream.
from Medlar Comfits, by Anna Tambour.

:: Mez 3:33 AM [+] ::
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