Alchemy – a Study
I love quince. I’m sure others do too, but I’ve only ever met one fan of the bulbous fruit in the UK. In France, however, it’s a different story. On sale in supermarkets, windfalls gathered by the armful, or taken directly from the tree, the quince is a magical fruit. Hard as a rock, one can smash a pair of glasses from a drop of a few feet (believe me) and it is sour to the taste. Its grey furry…