Two days at a very wet Jamberoo. The kind of days I remind myself,well,you did buy land in a rainforest.
The Quinces got another run ( there are a lot of quinces in a case) this time slow cooked for preserving. Getting them to turn pink is always a challenge, and I thought I had cracked it discovering a recipe online of the “from my old grandmother ” variety that said absolutely the secret was to bake them in the oven for three hours first. Well Grandma is a fibber and it made no difference. But by leaving them overnight in a heavy-bottomed pan on the slow burning stove, I got them there eventually. So here they are, with a good dose of vanilla pod and cinnamon.