Jilda was cooking dinner and I had some spare time on my hands. While cutting grass yesterday, I noticed that the figs were getting ripe. I didn't stop and examine the bush so I only saw a few.
Rather than drive myself insane sitting on the couch and smelling the aroma of corn, blackeyed peas, and ham coming from the kitchen, I headed for the fig bush.
When I got there, I realized that I had underestimated the number of ripe figs. Within a few minutes, I'd picked a gallon of perfectly ripened fruits. I also ate about 20.
Did I mention that I love figs?
I'm not sure I've ever had a fig...do you make anything else with them? Would they grow up North? Just wondering!
ReplyDeleteI love figs but I've only had them dried.
ReplyDeleteFigs and prosciutto. Mmmmmm.
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Not a fig fan, but they are pretty. My girl loves 'em, so they must be good! (funny that and they ain't chocolate!) LOL
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome to my share. A childhood task of picking up rotten fallen fruit has permanently put me off them.
ReplyDeleteFigs! A ripe fig is a gift.
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