...and you've got Figgy Piggy Cornish Hens. Even better, Virginia Willis' Rice Pilaf to sop up the juice from the hen and figs. Be jealous....like my good dog Jackson.
If I had to pick a favorite fruit, it just might be the fig. My father lived next door to a tree that overhung his yard and produced glorious fruit every year. He was allowed to pick all he wanted and of course shared with me. Then his neighbor died and the kids cut the tree to the ground. I cried. My in-laws also have a heavily-producing tree, but have yet to figure out how to ship the lil' suckers to me without them going compost overnight. Again, I cried. At least I get the jam . . .
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We need Jackson pictures.
ReplyDeleteI can almost smell that!!!
ReplyDeleteSoon Dani.
ReplyDeleteFroggy, it was SOOOO good.
Now I really want to try figs. That looks like comfort food gone elegant.
ReplyDeleteIf I had to pick a favorite fruit, it just might be the fig. My father lived next door to a tree that overhung his yard and produced glorious fruit every year. He was allowed to pick all he wanted and of course shared with me. Then his neighbor died and the kids cut the tree to the ground. I cried. My in-laws also have a heavily-producing tree, but have yet to figure out how to ship the lil' suckers to me without them going compost overnight. Again, I cried.
ReplyDeleteAt least I get the jam . . .