A lovely and ageing patient of mine, took the time to climb her fig tree, risking hip and wrist in the process, so she could collect the last of her figs, just for me. It was one of the loveliest of gifts, unexpected and very much appreciated.I rushed home with my bounty, stopping only to purchase some fresh bocconcini, prosciutto and salad leaves. Within minutes of arriving home, the perfect salad. . .
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I love figs, one of the downsides of the internet is that I see fabulous season food and want it before realising I'm in the wrong hemisphere!
Golly,
Fully agree, figs are so delicate and so fleeting, very important to make the most of them.
A work colleague has been scaling a neighbour's tree to bring in ripe figs for morning tea - dark, bruised, split & bleeding - and magnificently ripe.
They are another example of "noble rot" - and sometimes we sit in the sunshine ripping into them agreeing we're as close to heaven as can be in our office, a lucky pair of fellers.
Your salad looks tres magnifique, and a fitting end to a simply lovely gift.
Via Collins
Via,
Figs are always one of my culinary highlights each summer.
Sounds like your work place is a lovely place to be, especially around morning tea!
You're better than me. I'd have eaten them in the office with the juice running onto my desk.
That was a great post and delicious looking salad, Edward.
During the morning dog walk a couple of months ago, I discovered fig trees growing in the bush across the road from where I’m currently living. Even with the lack of rain in a normal Perth summer (the trees are growing around the edge of a lake that has all but dried up) they were loaded with beautiful fruit.
A bit of an unexpected find in the ‘burbs.
Nat,
That's quite a find. You will just have to beat the birds and anyone else who has spotted the fruit :)
I seem to recall a tree or two in the gardens of the Cottesloe Civic centre too. . .
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