“Though the fig tree should not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines…
…yet I will rejoice in the Lord; I will take joy in the God of my salvation.
God, the Lord, is my strength; He makes my feet like the deer’s, He makes me tread on my high places”
Habbakuk 3:17a, 18-19
As a child, all I knew about figs was the infamous Fig Newton cookie…or I guess I should say the fig paste rolled into their pastry! And while those were a great little snack, it pales in comparison to a fresh fig picked straight from the tree! My first real introduction to figs was as a young bride…
Butch’s grandparents had fig trees in their yard and that is when I had my first taste of a fresh fig…and let me tell you, it was love at first bite! Nannie made old-fashioned fig preserves served on her delicious home-made biscuits with butter! It was food bliss!
Nannie’s fig trees have long been gone, but my love of figs remains! I make sure to find fresh figs every summer, and this past Sunday evening, Katy hand-delivered figs she had just picked. Figs have an extremely short shelf life and have to be prepared almost immediately, so I got busy!
