Fig
A few weeks ago one of the employees was walking out with a branch that was protruding from a clear plastic gallon milk container with water and the plants roots, curious I asked what it was. A fig branch I was told, so I unabashedly asked if I could get one too, intending to plant it surreptitiously in my mothers garden. Last time I tried that,it was a strawberry bush that I planted. My mother later uprooted it and translplanted into the front yard under some trees. My mother is very territorial about her jardin! Needless to say those strawberries flourished like weeds. When I mentioned my new garden project mother quickly forbade my idea, so without any other solution I dug a hole in the front of my building, where some of the neighbors had recently started a garden, bringing the country life to our city digs. Voila, a few weeks later I find some huge leaves growing, and the sweet little branch getting bigger and bigger, taking on a certain tree quality. A fig tree grows in Sunnyside! I can’t wait for the fruit next year!
I’m always surprised how many people say they don’t like figs. But I think that’s only because they’ve never tried a fresh one. Same logic with fresh beets versus the crinkle-cut canned ones. Fresh figs roasted in the oven, then crowned with a dollop of honey-sweetened mascarpone, and a few toasted almond slivers _ it doesn’t get better than that.
When you get figs next year, I think it will be time to come up with your own recipe for fig newtons!
Congratulation I was today at a friends place were we have seen a huge figtree. I could not believe that it was the same little tree we gave them for some years as a gift. They can already enjoy their fresh fruits.