Monday, June 21, 2010
There is a fig tree in front of a house a few doors down from us. Neither the owner of the rental house nor the tenant -- nor anyone else in the neighborhood for that matter -- seems to crave the velvety sweetness of the figs. Not even my Sweetie and Gem. Just me and a whole hoard of insects.
As they turn purple, I slip down there and pick bowls of them to take back home and eat. There are lots I can't get to (I'm petite, ok?) and they drop onto the sidewalk, fermenting in the summer's heat. Bees, ants, and flies circle drunkenly around the gooey little splotches.
The price of figs in the supermarket being what it is, it's surprising that no one else is picking them.
This year I'm going to do more than just eat them as they ripen. I want to make preserves or something so that I can enjoy them in the months to come. Trouble is, eating them fresh is the only way I've ever known figgy goodness. Fig recipes, anyone?