Figs

It’s that time here in East Point. The figs are getting ripe and this year we have found a new tree that has black figs on it. They are not like any fig I have seen. They are not real large and are rounder than other figs I get. Inside they are more red than other figs.

What Stacey and I do is walk the hood and look for trees we can raid. We have a few regulars.
One gives us a medium size fig with a pale yellow color. Another gives us figs just like our tree at home. I think they are a brown turkey figs. Our other tree, we have two, gives us a small purple fig.

They are all very good and we eat them many ways. I think my favorite is as a stuffing for chickens or even better, Cornish Hens. We cook a regular Thanksgiving stuffing and add the figs. Man is it good. We had some last night.

Another good way is to split them in half and gently push a small chunk of blue cheese into the center of the fig. And you can’t go wrong if you wrap a fig in bacon and broil it. It works well if you cook the bacon half way and let it cool. Then wrap the fig and fix the bacon in place with a toothpick and broil ’till the bacon is finished. This way the figs don’t over cook and turn into a sugar bomb.

Figs were not a big part of our lives until we moved to this house in East point. Right away we embraced the figs growing at our new house and were very happy to have them. Over the years we have perfected many good ways to enjoy figs. And theres always a new way to try.

We like them so much we have found trees all over the hood and we use them all. Some figs come ripe before ours do, so we eat off those trees a few blocks away before we start harvesting ours.

Now in the bible it seems Jesus didn’t much care for figs.
“Now in the morning as he returned into the city, he was hungry.
“And when he saw a fig tree by the road, he came to it, and found nothing on it, but leaves only, and said to it, Let no fruit grow on you henceforward for ever.”
And presently the fig tree withered away.
“And when the disciples saw it, they marvelled, saying, How soon has the fig tree withered away!”
–Matthew 21:18-20

Man, I got to tell you - I am so glad my figs haven’t withered.