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Saturday, 3 March 2012
I love figs in all their forms. I like them fresh from the tree in late August/early September, cooked sweet or savoury, dried in that familiar flattened form, bottled in syrup (by me), or half dried so that they're plump and juicy.
I've just bought these two packets. The top one (isn't that a fabulous packet!) is the classic flattened fig we eat at Christmas along with those oblong packs of dates. And the lower one is a half dried version that is soft and succulent, slightly reminiscent of the wonderful 'mi-cuit' (half dried) prunes that we buy here for putting in Eau de Vie.
Lady M has just been scolding me for having bought such non-diabetic sugary delights; I ignored her.
Dried figs have an old-fashioned feel about them. I think a revival is in order. DRIED FIGS FOREVER!
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone (except the obdurate and dictatorial) is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 50 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live between an ancient cottage in a tiny village in perfectly tranquil French countryside, and a bijou townhouse in Brighton UK. In France we have plenty of fruit trees, all situated amongst a view that takes the breath away, in the UK we have a handkerchief sized patio. We also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!