I returned home to find the figs had ripened in all their sweet, luscious, exotic splendour. I picked six dozen and made jam. Now I can hardly wait for winter breakfasts. Mmmnnnn, rich summery figginess on warm buttered toast, mmmnnnnnnn.
Heather! Thank you so much for stopping by my blog, and for sending such lovely thoughts my way, and for answering my question. I have been exploring around your blog this morning- when the computer isn't overheating, it's very hot here today- and just amazed. You have a mending stall in a market- this is the most wonderful news I've heard in a long, long time. The kind of thing that inspires. I'll be back...
YUM!
ReplyDeleteThat's a gorgeous photo and I am so very jealous of your homemade fig jam. Enjoy!!
ReplyDeletedo your fig trees winter over?
ReplyDeleteYes, they are a hardy variety - I don't know which one, though. The tree is probably 15 years old.
ReplyDeleteHeather! Thank you so much for stopping by my blog, and for sending such lovely thoughts my way, and for answering my question. I have been exploring around your blog this morning- when the computer isn't overheating, it's very hot here today- and just amazed. You have a mending stall in a market- this is the most wonderful news I've heard in a long, long time. The kind of thing that inspires. I'll be back...
ReplyDeleteHeather, I've been making fig jam, too. This year I actually beat the raccoons and starlings, Despite the cool dry summer I have the best crop ever.
ReplyDeleteyum, yum my mouth is watering.
ReplyDeleteWhy do figs conjure such exotic places...I suppose it's just because they are out of season here
OMG - those are beautifully luscious.
ReplyDeleteOMG - figs in Canada! Love it!
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