Recently I picked up a box of quince for a friend from a roadside stall. I drove around with them for most of the day. Every time I stopped for a while, the sun would gently heat the car, and when I returned, I would open the door and be overwhelmed by the heady scent of quince. I had visions of preserving the aroma for year-round enjoyment. Turning it …
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