Don't rush to turn the page after learning that it is a quince. It is better to read on the Internet about its benefits. And the author of the letter tells in detail how to grow it not in the southernmost regions. As for the quince dishes, they will do honor to every hostess!
Since childhood, I love peaches, apricots, quince, grapes. I grew up in the south of the Odessa region, where all these crops are grown in abundance, especially apricots and grapes. I remember the first time I discovered quince in the fifties. Once, at the end of November, residents of the town of Vilkovo brought an unusually fragrant fruit that looked like apples to our village on boats. And they exchanged such beauty for potatoes: a bucket of quince for a bucket of potatoes!
My grandfather Savely also bought a few buckets of quince so that Grandma Ganna could cook a delicious uzvar (fruit soup in which
cereals or small dumplings are added). Uzvar, of course, turned out delicious, but to us, teenagers, the quince itself seemed even tastier. And although it was dryish and tart, its aroma and extraordinary taste attracted us so much that soon there was not even a smell left from the stocks of quince. Indeed, in December there were no trace of peaches or apricots, grapes were also harvested and processed into wine, and apples were not grown in our village. Here we are, children, and pounced on a new fruit for us. Grandfather Savely had to buy quince again, and grandmother Hanna kept it under lock and key.
Grandfather Savely said that quince is a moisture-loving tree. In Vilkovo there is no land for growing potatoes, there are not even the streets familiar to us; instead of them - the channels through which people communicate with each other with using boats. And along the banks of the canals, quince grows everywhere, so the inhabitants of this extraordinary city are forced to exchange quince for potatoes. In our village, quince is not grown, because it needs to be watered, and there is always not enough water for irrigation. Although the village is located on the bank of the estuary, drinking water has to be brought by horse from freshwater wells located far beyond the village, and in rural wells the water is bitter and salty.
After serving in the army, I lived in Tashkent for some time. When the dacha appeared, I first of all planted there peaches, apricots and quince (one thin, unvaccinated tree as thick as a pencil, which I bought at the bazaar). All the trees were watered abundantly, especially the quince, and soon they began to bear fruit. Peaches yielded a bountiful harvest every year, including nectarines, of which I had several varieties of different ripening periods (yellow, orange and red).
D By the way, the authors of some letters in "Dacha" consider nectarines not as one of the types of peaches, but as some kind of independent exotic fruit or a hybrid of apricot and plum, which is a gross mistake! It even sounds rather strange by ear: as if to say that there are plums, but there is a re-clod. Such illiterate authors add confusion to the heads of inexperienced gardeners.
So, my peaches gave bountiful harvests, and one tree (not one of the nectarines, I don't remember the name of the variety) gave fruits of simply enormous sizes: only five of them fit in a ten-liter bucket!