In 2009, we thought we were going to have to pull up the roots of our fig and pitch the dead limbs and roots into the woods. As it turns out, the fig was just teasing us when it made us think it had died. It is now at least 15 feet tall and earlier this year it was filled with figs. Who knew that some figs produce a round of “false” fruit? When we had the tremendous storms in late June nearly all of those early figs were knocked off the bush/tree/monster. It was OK with me because those figs never ripened. They just turned yellow and dropped to the ground. So many dropped onto our pool deck that the yellow jackets and wasps made that area of the deck a bit scary.
Even though one of those storms snapped off a couple of large branches, the fig has been doing well. Yesterday I was walking past it and did a double-take. Ripe figs!
I made a little appetizer of figs, spinach and goat cheese for dinner last night. Delicious.
This morning I ate one right off the bush/tree/monster and brought in four more. I hope there’s enough in about a week so that my mother and I can make fig preserves. From fig preserves comes fig cake. To.die.for.
yummy!!!
You must be channeling Nigella. I swear she has some awesome, but very simple fig “recipes” (if you call 2-3 items with figs “recipes”…). Yum. But haven’t seen them here. I’m just crossing my fingers for local cherries again soon.