The great big old fig tree in the corner of the garden was heavy with sweet and sticky-ripe fruit last week. I was expecting a big crop this year, as I've noticed that fruit trees left to the nurturing care of mother nature, with no human intervention at all, tend to produce large crops every couple of years, and somewhat meagre ones in between. For several days we picked figs, more than we could eat fresh or in a fig crumble (I adapted this recipe), which along with our berry cheesecake, is another new-entry of this summer in our family torta-recipe box.
Tom, the greatest lover of figs in our family, would have had no trouble helping us eat up the figs, but he's away for several weeks and will miss the fig harvest entirely. So I "bottled" some up as jam for him when he comes back.