Sunday, August 01, 2010


Being raised in Houston, we always had fresh figs in the summer that I took for granted.  My Grandmother, Aunt and Mom made preserves every year.  At one point, my little brother would not touch a piece of bread unless it was covered with fig preserves.  Who would have thought that they would become a delicacy served in only the finest restaurants.  These are from my Dad's tree that he managed to pick before the deer and the birds munched on them.  Aren't they pretty?


Tonya Vollertsen said...

you are such a good photographer! This is such an inviting photograph! Susan Hotard has been pickling them! Have you ever heard of that? Sounds exotic to me! You have to call her and catch up with that! LOL! If I was there I would be all over that and of course you would be too, with me! LOL! LOve you lots!

Jan Locander said...

I have not heard of pickling them, but I have a sweet tooth! Dad has lots more that I would share if you were here. Love you too!