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Steaming pineapples and musky roses. Damp, heady and sweet. A bit like a fruit and veg shop. That’s the best I can do when it comes to describing the strange perfume of quinces. Warm and wet? Sultry. They smell like perfume. I’m at a loss.
This is also what happens when I’m asked (and this happens a lot) “how do you find LA?” I haven’t yet found it, I want to say. I’m still at a loss. Sometimes words are tricky and some things are hard to grasp. There’s no ‘it’, there’s no graspable thing. The quince is yellow when ripe and is almost waxy, and it smells definitely of pineapples. It is hard in the hand – there’s no give in it, unlike a pear which it resembles. A pear with a big bum. You can’t eat it raw unless you like having bloody stumps instead of teeth. You have to wait for the fruit to become bletted, which means soft to the point of decay, if you want to eat it like that. The quince needs to be cooked, and then there’s the smell (see above). It’s probably what is known as an acquired taste.
LA is dry and hot and sunny most of the year. Sometimes it rains and then it buckets down and no one knows how to drive when the road is wet so they crash. There is no centre, but lots of grids. So if you get lost, then you just take the next left and go backwards. It is a maze of suns. Everyone wears sunglasses all the time, even at night. It is a city of endless fragments where you are unlikely ever to bump into anyone you know. If you want to get lost, it’s a good place to be.
There is a huge botanical garden, The Huntington, with a library attached that has the first edition of Darwin’s The Origin of the Species. Oskar Schindler lived above a dry cleaners in Beverly Hills for a while. David Hockney learned to drive in LA (and drove all the way to Las Vegas after his test, because he didn’t know how to get off the freeway), as did I. The smell of wild fennel is strong, and I would say it is a place of colour. It is rarely damp.
I found these quinces in a bag on someone’s front lawn on the outskirts of Seaford. Previously there have only been apples there, so discovering quinces was very exciting. I hope it was okay for me to take them. I took all the other things they left out, and nobody said anything. You are unlikely to find local quinces in the shops. Along with mulberries, you’re better off befriending someone with a tree and a glut and a kind heart. It is worth it.
One of the many spectacular things about quinces is the way they turn a deep rosy gold during cooking, which makes them rather dramatic and a bit serious-seeming. Good for dinner parties, or just on your own, slumped over a book. This compote is lovely served with yoghurt, cream or ice cream. Good as a sorbet too, or puréed for a tart.
Compote of quinces and allspice
Inspired by Jane Grigson’s Fruit Book, originally from Audiger’s La Maison Reglée, 1692
Allspice isn’t, as I once thought, a combination of ‘all the spices’. The name was coined around 1621 by the English, who likened its aroma and taste to a combination of cinnamon, nutmeg and cloves. Allspice (Pimenta officinalis) comes from a tropical tree native to America, also cultivated in the West Indies and Jamaica. The berries – as seen below – are often tied in muslin and used in the making of preserves and pickles. The flavour, like the quince, is elusive, and works well here.
6 quinces (or thereabouts)
Sugar or honey to taste
3-4 Whole allspice berries
Cut up two quinces – use windfalls for this, as it doesn’t matter what they look like – and put them, peel, core and all into a pan. Cover generously with water. Also peel neatly the four remaining quinces. Add these peelings to the pan, and then the cores as you cut them into quarters. The cores are very tough, so pare gradually away otherwise you’re left with shards and splinters of quince.
Prevent the pieces from discolouring by dropping them into a bowl of lightly salted water. Boil up the pan of quince ‘debris’, and stew lightly until it begins to turn a rich amber. Not red as many suggest – you’ll be waiting forever for that. Now strain off the glowing juice, add sugar or honey* to taste, and bring slowly to simmering point, stirring every now and then. In this syrup, cook the quince pieces along with the allspice berries, until the fruit is tender. Serve with something white and cool.
Other recipes with quince:
*I have not used honey in the making of this recipe so far, though it was used traditionally, before the advent of sugar. However, you may need to experiment with the strength and sweetness, as honey behaves differently to sugar in the cooking process.
When I get my hands on quinces, which is rare, I keep one or two in my car to perfume it. How lucky that you chanced upon a bag of them! 🙂
Yes, very lucky. Thanks for the tip – good idea for the car. They used to be used in linen drawers when people didn’t wash that much. I find if I leave them out their scent lingers, which is lovely. Thanks for visiting. Sophie
We cannot find quince here in the stores and I would be quite interested in trying them…I have come across so many blog posts about the seemingly complicated fruit.
Hello Laila. They seem complicated but once they are peeled and cored and stewed they couldn’t be easier. It’s just they can’t be eaten raw. Hope you can get your hands on some! Sophie x
I do like ripe fruits
Such beautiful writing. I’m entranced by how you spin words and images and contexts. ! I love quinces too & the compote looks yummilicious.
Thanks so much for your lovely words. I’m sure you are far more knowledgeable than me on quinces. I must look up the recipes for them on your wonderful blog. Sophie
Can you suggest another fruit that would work in this recipe? In case of lack of quince..
Hello there. Yes, pears would work, and they would be easier to manage too. Sophie
Lovely writing as always!
Thank you 🙂
Beautiful photographs, Sophie. I love quinces. I’m always amazed by the way you conjure up these things that evoke rural France or Italy for me, while writing and procuring (les coings trouvés) in a environment that the outside world sees only as a paved-over (scent of wild fennel!), deal-making cliché. Plus (and this is a BIG plus for me) they’re simple. Thank you. Ken
Thank you Ken. I’m glad you like quinces – I was afraid they might be a bit esoteric, particularly as you can’t readily buy them in the shops. They are addictive I find – it’s hard to step away. I’m in fact still in England, though I was writing as if I were back in LA. It exerts a weird kind of hold. Thanks for the lovely and kind words. Sophie
Just as a side-note, quinces, I’ve been told, were incredibly popular in colonial America, and one can still find trees in the oddest places (like behind an old friend’s rented house). Every fall they show up briefly in markets, where older people who still recall a Yankee tradition of pies made from quince and apple or straight up quince buy the fruit for pies or jam. Like I said, I love them, and their perfumed aroma. Ken
This is really interesting, Ken. There is a ‘transparent pie’ popular in the southern US, which traditionally uses quince and apple, mixed with melted butter (of course) sugar and an egg. I wonder how the quince got there. Perhaps from England…brought over by those pesky Englishers.
I don’t know how deep you want to burrow down into this but if you have a love of trivia that embraces cultural, ecological and economic history, you might take a look at Charles C. Mann’s 1493: Uncovering the New World Columbus created. It’s about 1000 pages and I listened to the entire thing in audible form a couple of winters ago while training inside for a long cancer ride. It’s filled with astonishing minutae (e.g. the restoration of earthworms in North American east of the Rockies as a result of their importation in the root balls of fruit trees brought from England by colonists). Mann’s elucidation of the history of tomatoes, of potatoes (and the concomitant invention of the pesticide industry) are worth the price of the book alone. Of course you may find yourself at cocktail parties relegated to the corner of the room with the wacko guy who wants to tell everyone why he put his entire IRA into Bitcoins. Ken
Wow – this sounds amazing. You had me at ‘the restoration of earthworms’…
i like the great books about food sidebar!
Thanks Matt. Glad you’re perusing 🙂
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I never quite acquired the taste for LA. My first job offer post college was from a public school in California and I was thrilled to be leaving miserable flat winters in the conservative midwest. Little did I know that LA is a alice and wonderland string of strip malls with only the tiniest sliver of liberal political thought on the coast. For four years I lived in one of the sprawling suburbs of LA and it is where I learned to talk about driving in terms of time and not distance and hide the fact that I didn’t (don’t) like yoga. I wouldn’t live there again but it was an adventure I don’t regret. As for quinces, I don’t know—I’ll have to seek them out. Thanks for sharing your experiences.
You’re welcome and thank you for sharing your experiences here. I’m glad you’ve ‘come out’ as a yoga hater! LA is crawling with yoga fiends. LA is an adventure, you’re right. Best to be fully equipped for the ride 🙂 Thanks for visiting. Sophie
I’ve only recently tried quince – when a friend gave me some wonderful home-made quince jelly that was both delicate and intense at the same time. It was an interesting experience. You describe it very well here.
And you’ve inspired a really interesting discussion about LA too. I certainly never ‘found’ LA, and pretty much always felt lost there. I never noticed the smell of fennel though. I’ll look out for it when I’m back in January.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts on LA, Georgina. I wonder whether this is a dilemma shared by most of us on some level? To come from such a small scale to such vastness. Would be great compare experiences when I’m back and you’re also in town.xx