|Quinces, Eliot Hodgkin, 1969|
An expert was consulted. Their lovely scent wafted from the kitchen as I baked them, following Sue's advice. (Thanks, Sue.)
Quinces, Parmesan cheese, marzipan scented with orange-flower water, mixed together and baked in puff pastry. (I own up. It did have a soggy bottom.)
The technical challenge, of course, is guessing 17th century oven temperature/timing.
I thought it would be sickly-sweet but it was quite fresh and light. I'd make it again if I could get hold of more quinces.
And it was certainly a talking point.
The serving suggestion of a puff pastry eagle's head stuffed with marzipan and quince is sadly beyond my skills as a pastrychef.
I'd feel mortified serving up an eagle's head with a soggy bottom.