Thursday, May 7, 2015

figgy pudding

Hi there

Last weekend i went to a farmers' market.  I bought a bag of fejoas.  Then i idly gazed over the homemade jams.

What?  Fig jam?  OMG!  I looove fig jam.

The fig tree in my garden has given me three figs in twenty years.  Figs in Welington are as scarce as hens' teeth.

So, naturally, i bought the fig jam.

A passing woman heard my loving cries.  She probably saw me salivating.

"They're selling figs - real figs - at the market stall over there-"  She pointed.


I bought three bags.

Figs, anyone?  - Nah, I'm not sharing...

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