Quinces made their first appearance in my kitchen last year, but this year has proven that, with food, a deep love cannot be developed until one’s second season with an ingredient. This year, my affection for quinces is abiding, overwhelming, all-encompassing. I’d already realized how fantastically rich in pectin are quinces, and made a half-cup of concentrated juice for future preserving when I read Deborah Madison's illuminating piece about quince syrup. I must have some!, I thought, and as I had a few bowls full of quinces and apples desperately near spoilage, I set to work on a quince applesauce inspired by the essay.
I have no pressure cooker, however, nor an evening that left room for close attention, and therefore did not yield the quart of juice she did; I poured off about 1/2 cup of (beautiful) pink juice. No matter. I had a few quarts of delicious, lovely pink sauce, perfect for inclusion in the food basket I had in mind for Christmas gifts for friends and family.
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