Quangers!

In the land down-under quangers is slang for quinces.

Strictly it is slang for baby quinces.

Baby is not what I would call these beauties. 

I don't know what the slang for grown up, card carrying, giant quinces is so quangers they will be.

Because you can't tell the size of the basket, you can't tell how giganterous these fruit are,
 so I took a photo holding one so you can get a better idea.
It is a big as that hill behind!

I hope you appreciate my efforts holding this up.

I think I pulled a muscle in my arm doing so.

Quinces wear wonderful perfume and so I am going to leave them around 

in the basket for few days as a room deodorizer before 

The Cook turns them into some gourmet delights. 

I will write a post about what she makes and include recipes.

Quinces used to grow on the sides of roads when I was a girl... common as muck.  

However, they went out of fashion and many were lost to old age and urban development. 

 In recent years they have been rediscovered and promoted by celebrity chefs and 

often appear on the menus of top restaurants.

My quangers grow in the grounds of a vacant house up the road.

Last year we noticed the birds having a feast 

so we hopped the fence and fruit knapped some  - quangers, not birds.

Since then we found out who owns the property and through a circuitous route 

sent the owner a couple of jars of quince jelly.

He was so pleased, he visited us to bring the jars back 

and gave us carte blanche to pick any fruit we want.

Today I checked his figs. 

They're big and on the verge of ripening, 

so I can foresee more entertainment for the neighbourhood 

as I clamber perilously over that fence.

I'll have to toss The Cook over!

 These apples are off my neighbour's tree.
They are a bit tart and I don't know what variety they are...
but they cook up nicely.

Mmmm!  Baked apple and custard, stewed apple on my cereal, apple pie, apple crumble...
No wonder I have a few problems climbing fences.....