jelly time

There are a few times when I really feel like I can't convey something adequately. Most often, it's tastes. The things that you just have to experience, you know? The scent of fresh quince is one of those things, it turns out. Oh. My. The scent is beautiful - fruity and bright and round and warm, and it completely fills your head and makes you (or maybe just me) roll your eyes, in a good way. That's the best that I can do.
These quince were generously given to me by a friend (thank you to Natalie! I'll bring you a little something at the market on Saturday), and I could not be more delighted. To me, this is the best kind of gift. They are quite different from the ones on our quince - ours are not fuzzy, not pear-shaped, and they definitely do not have the same scent. A quick search didn't tell me how pale yellow fruit can possibly make dark red jelly, but I kind of like the mystery.

This was my first jelly, and it is gorgeous. Absolutely beautiful. I couldn't be more pleased. Turns out that in the world of jelly, being fussy is worth it in the end.

I took this picture solely to illustrate how clearly the quince jelly ended up. *Beaming with pride*
I tried to get a picture on toast, but that didn't quite happen.

If you've never had quince jelly, it is really lovely, in a lightly floral kind of way. Really, really lovely. It was an all-day procedure, but completely fun and worth it. Every step was enjoyable.

To sum up, I had the best weekend, just about ever. I made cheese and jelly, both for the first time. Ack! I haven't tried them together! You know what I'm going to do right now.

Happy Tuesday!

P.S. Completely unrelated: I ADORE this bedding.