Quince, some home made soap and slippers

My grandmother is back in Vancouver. She made the (almost) annual transatlantic trip back with (almost) no hurdles. Accept her quince, some home made soap and slippers getting confiscated at the border. Funny enough she didn't explain why the slippers were confiscated but was really mad about the quince since it was especially large AND from my uncle's garden. Some things never change.