Figs

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?