Why I Love Living in Jerusalem, Parts 5460684 and 5460685
December 21, 2006 | Filed Under Blog |1) Having an appointment Tuez. right by the shuk and buying a gigantic carton of figs. Gigantic carton of figs!
2) Having already eaten myself sick on figs and still having a ton left that I feared would go bad soon, I just made fig jam. Fig Jam! Fiiiiig Jaaaam!!!!!
The only problem is, there don’t seem to be any lids to go with the empty, clean glass jars in the cupbord. Somebody better finish that peanut butter, quick.
Fig jam! Yum. My sister-in-law used to make fig jam; there was a fig tree in the backyard of her old house (this is in San Antonio, where I grew up) and oh, man, I can still taste both the fresh figs and the preserves she made out of them…
I love living in New England — the seasons, the regional foods, the produce we can grow here in summertime. But fig trees wouldn’t make it here; the winters are too cold. Makes me a little envious, for a moment, of people like you (and my southern family) who live now in places where figs grow.
Comment by Rachel — December 21, 2006 #