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...