And then the fig has kept her secret long enough.
So it explodes, and you see through the fissure the scarlet.
And the fig is finished, the year is over.
So it explodes, and you see through the fissure the scarlet.
And the fig is finished, the year is over.
Oh, Mister D.H. Lawrence, how you were wrong. The year is almost over, but the fig isn't finished. She's waiting in a jar. For you to spread it on a crepes or a bread.When you taste it you can feel Christmas, summer and autumn...all in one.
I live in Slavonia. Sometimes we have cold and snowy winters, so it's not good place for fig to grow. Nevertheless, few years ago we have planted a fig, and now the fig is grown and produce a great deal of fruit.
Enough for make this delicious jam. So here is the recipe:
You will need:
2 kg fresh figs
about 200 g of sugar (I don't like very sweet jam)
1.5 lemons (just juice)
2 slug of rum
2 teaspoon cinnamon
jam express
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D.H. Lawrence |
I love the idea of having a jar of fig jam on hand to get me through the winter. This sounds delicious.
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