These figs transitioned nicely
over my cutting board
and into a Mason jar of vodka where they will live happily for the next month or so . . . maybe longer. At which time I will strain them through cheesecloth, give the worms in my compost something to think about, and—I hope—happily imbibe this taste of fall into the wee winter months.No glue required.
3 comments:
Yummy! I have some homemade rhubarb schnapps put away for a wintery day too.
Yummmm. Are the figs fresh from your yard?
Ohhhhh YUM.
You have the best ideas.
And, even though you probably don't know me from Adam, I just wanted to tell you that all your rhapsodizing over figs all these years has wormed its way into my head, so that I dropped what is for me a nice chunk of change on a basketfull at the farmer's market last weekend...and am now a COMPLETE figaholic.
Thank you for this, and for that.
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