“Blueberry season is over for the year. We’re doing peaches, melons, and early season apples. And quince. Quince is big.” “What…is quince, exactly?” He dipped a hand into his pocket and gave a bashful grin. “It looks like a pear. Green skin, golden-yellow fruit, seeds on the inside. Tart. Super tart. No one eats it raw. Great for jams though. Exceptional for balancing sweetness and adding dimension.” “Quince.” I said it slowly. “Sounds like a jam good time.”
