Three weeks ago I realized it was time for my annual quince quest. Around the time that other folks are thinking of apple cider and corn mazes, hayrides and bonfires, my internal quince-o-meter goes off, and I begin sniffing around for a way to get my fix. I've been disappointed in recent years, but this year I hit the jackpot.
You guys, I have 20 pounds of quince in my kitchen. Here's why that is such a good thing.