It gets stronger every year, my love for autumn. Autumn sometimes seems to pounce, all dark and gloomy, forcing us to put the flip-flops...

My Provencal grandmother Mamette always made 'Pâte de Coing' in autumn. Quince sweets, dried in the attic and served at Christmas.

My French grandmother always used to make quince cheese (pâte de coing) in the autumn. Although, I always think "cheese" is a strange word