The quince pie takes me back to when I was child. When we would spend the winter holidays or long weekends at our family farm. I can see my grandmother sitting at the head of the long table, in charge of toast, and us, the kids, filling up the table on each side having pasta frola. Being happy, enjoying the company, and especially the quince pie. It took we a while to develop a recipe of quince pie I was happy about. This is it. I’m sharing it with you. It’s truly delicious.