Golden skin, I wait my turn,
In kitchens where passions burn.
Hard and tough, yet sweet inside,
A fruit of mystery, no need to hide.
I’m the quince, with secrets untold,
In jams and jellies, I unfold.
Roast me, bake me, turn me to gold,
In every dish, I break the mold.
From ancient orchards, I’ve traveled far,
In culinary arts, I’m the star.
In poached perfection, I softly gleam,
My flavor’s richer than it may seem.
Tough when raw, but tender with heat,
In savory stews, I’m a delicate treat.
Pair me with honey, or spice me with zest,
In every bite, I give my best.
I’m the quince, with secrets untold,
In jams and jellies, I unfold.
Roast me, bake me, turn me to gold,
In every dish, I break the mold.
In pies or tarts, I add a twist,
A unique flavor that none can resist.
With wine or sugar, I blend with grace,
In every course, I find my place.
From ancient feasts to modern plates,
I elevate tastes, I open the gates.
No fruit compares, no rival stands,
I’m the quince, from distant lands.
From the harvests of yore to the tables today,
In every culture, I find my way.
No dish too complex, no recipe too bold,
I’m the quince, watch my story unfold.
So slice me thin, prepare the feast,
In every meal, I am released.
I’m the quince, a taste divine,
In every bite, I truly shine.
I’m the quince, with secrets untold,
In jams and jellies, I unfold.
Roast me, bake me, turn me to gold,
In every dish, I break the mold.