I can remember many years ago, on cool summer mornings, my Mom would get my brothers & I up to pick figs at Miss TaLa's house. It was VERY early. The sun was barely up and the dew was heavy on the trees. My brothers and I would climb high (the trees were old and not very high but they were very wide) on the ladders to get as many of those wonderful figs as we could. I probably ate as many while picking as we brought home. The downside to that were the fig sores that came along with the figs. It was not a deterrent for any of us.
Mom would cook the figs down that same day. Now I'm not a fan of whole cooked figs but I loved the "fig candy" that formed around the side of the pot as they cooked. That was always reserved for me and only me. If the truth be told, I pestered Mom the entire time they were cooking until she'd give that deliciousness to me. She always mashed some of the cooked figs for me (she knew I didn't like whole cooked ones). There is nothing better than a hot homemade biscuit with mashed up figs and butter on it. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.
Ok, enough of that. This morning Jimmy & Flo Broussard called to ask if we want three, yes three, GALLONS of fresh figs. My car couldn't get there fast enough. Alex, Eli and I have been eating them since we got home. What a wonderful treat & wonderful memories they conjured up.
THANKS, JIMMY & FLO!!!
