…these fallen hazel-nuts, stripped late of their green sheaths, grapes, red-purple, their berries dripping with wine, pomegranates already broken, and shrunken figs and quinces untouched, I bring you as offering. – H.D., “Orchard.” There are few fruits more aromatic than quince. Though harder work than an apple or pear, to which quince are related, this fruit has an indescribable lovely spiciness that makes for a gorgeous tarte tatin. Try something different this Thanksgiving – you can even make this the day before, no problem.

And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine Burned like the ruby fire set In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine, Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate, Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine. – Oscar Wilde, “In the Gold Room – A Harmony.” Two posts on pomegranates in a row but I couldn’t resist. Not while these beautiful fruits are in season, and not with Thanksgiving around the corner. (And I love working with the arils – they’re like little jewels.) Speaking of fall fruits, I’ve been having some fun with quince, too, which I…