We Make Jelly

Last weekend a friend gave me some quinces. When I was a child we had an old quince tree, I could sit on the branches, read a book and take tiny, shuddery, mouth puckering bites of the gnarly fruit and Mum made jelly. So we had a go. What magic turns the white flesh of the quince into a glorious pinky/orange. Snowpea and I made a very nice little batch of jelly, yum.