The first quinces of this season, fallen from the tree and too good to pass up. Such an ancient and often beautifully whimsical fruit, not an apple and not a pear.
At the time of ancient Rome, a quince was shared by the bride and groom to ensure their future happiness. Pregnant women who ate from a quince would have children who would be geniuses. Serve a quince to a loved one and they will remain faithful. Sounds all nice. But it's true the history of the quince goes way back, with origins in the region around the Caspian Sea, where the fruit was valued for its symbolic significance even in ancient times. If we talk about the etymology of the name quince, it is said to come from the Greek designation Kydomalon. Kydonia is a town in Crete, and malum means apple. So Kydomalon is the apple from Kydonia. An apple after all, then?
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