Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Half Price Books, thou art my nemesis

So, the book-buying brownies that infest Half Price Books managed to pull me into the store... not once, but twice. Behold the fruits of the latest kidlit-purchasing orgy:

This pile represents about two-thirds of the total volume of books purchased. I would probably be more ashamed of my piggy book-hoarding self, but some of these will be bound for a certain little volunteer library in short order... so I feel kinda-sorta justified... kinda.

Perched atop this teetering pile is a lovely golden quince. I just started reading about quinces recently and they sounded oddly intriguing, and then at Safeway what to my wondering eyes should appear but two of these mellow pineapple-scented beauties. I took this as a sign that I should purchase them. Their destiny is to be slowly poached and consumed with much delight. Also, quite a while back, I picked up some membrillo at a Latino market and have been slipping it into things... served with cheese, as recommended; diced small and added to honey yogurt; etc. This bears repeating. Why don't we Americans do more things with quinces?

5 comments:

Chesno Slova said...

We have the same copy of Nurse Matilda Sooz. Great book(s).

Scarehaircare said...

I love, love, LOVE books and think there can never be enough.

tlc illustration said...

What is membrillo?

I've planted a quince tree in my back yard. I think most Americans don't know what to do (or are to lazy to do) with fruit that really must be cooked before eaten... We had ornamental quince bushes when I was growing up - they produced small, funky looking yellow knobby fruits that were hard and too full of pectin to even be licked without your mouth puckering. They made the best jam though! I have a very soft spot in my heart? tummy? for quinces.

Scarehaircare said...

I have found persimmons here (noever before when I lived in Utah) but I haven't seen quince. Sounds like a fun ingredient to try.

Soozcat said...

Tara, membrillo is the Spanish term for quince paste. Actually it should be called quince jelly; it's thick enough to be shaped into a brick, can be sliced into chunks, and has a consistency that falls somewhere between jam and gummi candy. It's a beautiful reddish-orange color, and quite sweet.

Carrie: I know there can never be enough books, but somehow I feel a bit guilty for buying so many. (Still, the price couldn't be beat.)

chesno: The character is sort of a cross between Mary Poppins and Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle. I'm enjoying the stories very much.