One thing about canning figs, is that you have to do it on their schedule. Not yours. The figs this year are giving out a bumper crop, and the dh decided to pick seven gallons. You have that right, seven gallons. When I arrived home on Thursday afternoon at four p.m. he was cutting off the tops. Now mind you, I was leaving the next morning to go to Monroe to watch the Miss Louisiana Contest as I had two granddaughters there. One was in the Miss Louisiana Contest, and the seven-year-old was a princess and would be on stage as well.
I hadn’t figured on the figs.
The dh had three gallon bags ready to put the cleaned figs in and thought I could can them when I arrived back home on Sunday. First, there was no way that you could have stored the figs in the fridge. There wasn’t nearly enough room. (What was he thinking, he had seven gallons!) They filled my huge roaster, and a huge cooking pot. I threw them in the two pots, added a cup of water and seven pounds of sugar to each and let them cook. For eight hours.
It’s a good thing I still had to pack and do other things to get ready for my trip.
At one in the morning I was putting figs into jars. We ended up with thirteen quarts and almost one pint that I put in the fridge.
I’m not really complaining, as I love figs. There is nothing like four or five of the sweet darlings next to the eggs, grits and bacon for breakfast. Then there is crispy fried bacon on a biscuit with a couple of figs, and you have heaven in your hand.
There’s a great recipe for strawberry fig preserves, which calls for three cups of mashed figs, three cups of sugar and two boxes of strawberry jello cooked for ten minutes or so, and you’d swear that there were real strawberries in that jar.
Not to mention the fig cake, or fig tea cookies.
The only thing is…you have to can them when they are ready. The window lasts maybe a week or two, if the rain doesn’t spoil them. Yes, we generally have lots of rain when the figs go ripe. So, we grab that chance to can figs, because if you miss it, you can’t buy canned figs at Wal-Mart.
The small granddaughter came home with a trophy almost as tall as herself for being a princess. The Miss Louisiana contestant didn’t come out, but she’s a winner in our book. Plus, she won scholarship money to assist her in college.
The past month has been busy as The Devil Has Dimples was on a blog tour, the reviewers gave it either five or four stars, leaves, and I think it even received some ‘paws’…if you want a ‘fun’ read, try it out. It’s listed at all the fine eBook distributors.