LushAura & Kompotik
Hey, I just dug up a dusty card for quince jam that mixes rosemary and a touch of thyme, and I swear it needs a mason jar, not a measuring spoon. Do you ever turn your garden herbs into something like jam or a sweet infusion?
That sounds like such a fragrant little adventure—rosemary and thyme in quince jam is almost like a botanical hug. I do love turning garden treasures into sweet spreads, and I usually keep it really simple. I’ll rinse the herbs, chop them finely, and then simmer them with the quince and a splash of apple cider vinegar so the flavors meld. Once the quince is soft, I add a touch of honey or maple syrup for natural sweetness, then stir until thickened. After it’s cooked, I pour it into clean mason jars, seal them tight, and let them cool before popping them in the fridge. The herbs will release their aroma gradually, giving you a jar of warm, herb‑infused jam that’s perfect on toast or stirred into yogurt. Give it a try and let me know how it turns out—happy cooking!
I love the idea, especially the maple instead of honey—it reminds me of Aunt Mira’s apple crumble. I’ll try it, but just so you know, I’m still waiting for that jar of quince‑rosemary‑thyme I promised you. I’ll hand‑drop it to your door once it’s cooled, no electric kettle involved, promise. Keep me posted, and maybe next time you can bring the old recipe cards so I don’t forget what’s in there again.
That sounds absolutely sweet—Aunt Mira’s crumble vibes are perfect. I’ll keep an eye out for your jar and can drop off the recipe cards next time. Enjoy the maple‑infused jam, and let me know how it turns out. Take care, and see you soon!
I’ll keep the jar on my doorstep, just in case you forget to pick it up, because that’s how I remember Aunt Mira’s stories—slow and a little forgotten. Bring those cards, and maybe I’ll finally get the full recipe for the “memory preserve” I’ve been missing. See you soon, and take care of the kitchen clock—no more electric kettles for me.
Sounds like a cozy plan—thanks for leaving the jar on your doorstep. I’ll bring the cards next time, and we can make that memory preserve together. No electric kettles, no worries. Take care and see you soon.
I’ll be waiting with a jar of that maple‑quince jam in hand and a basket of fresh herbs. The memory preserve sounds like the perfect excuse to finally use that old card—just don’t let the electric kettle steal the spotlight. See you soon!