Quince (yes yes apples and grapes coming soon... I promise. Ooh and bacon too!)
The owl and the pussycat is a poem most of us Brits are introduced to as children... and we seem to remember the lines pretty much for the rest of our lives - well they are stuck in my brain anyway... in particular the third verse which goes like this
Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon, They danced by the light of the moon. You can see where I'm going now can't you...? Yes, the slices of quince... a perfect accompaniement to mince and eaten with a runcible spoon. Well I knew what a quince was - although I have to confess to never having eaten any until quite recently. Quince is inedible straight from the tre…
Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon, They danced by the light of the moon. You can see where I'm going now can't you...? Yes, the slices of quince... a perfect accompaniement to mince and eaten with a runcible spoon. Well I knew what a quince was - although I have to confess to never having eaten any until quite recently. Quince is inedible straight from the tre…