Aaaah Figs…….

When I was little we lived on a small holding which abounded with fruit trees. My memories of fruit always involve biting into ripe, sun-warmed bursts of flavour picked straight from the tree – no pesticides, just pure straight from nature goodness.

We had 2 enormous old fig trees and it was always a race to beat the birds to the ripe figs. I always associate figs with long, hot summer days, helping my mother and grandmother to make the world’s most delicious preserved figs and fig jam (recipes which I wish I now had) and figs, home made bread and cheese lunches on the lawn.

I love beautiful, fragrant, plump, ripe figs with their exotic colours, which bring far away lands with evocative names to mind ……….. roll on summer.

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