clara and elsie are pictured with the tasting tray. a brown turkey fig grown in clara's garden (slightly soft, slightly rough looking) pitted against a black bursa fig from a leading quality food hall advertised as 'perfectly ripe from the orchard...this is simply one of the best figs we have ever come across. grown in the bursa region in the north of turkey, the black bursa is a plump, black fig bursting with a super sweet jammy texture and delicious rich flavour.' there was no contest.... the home grown fig was so vastly superior that the supermarket import was left outside to dry slowly in the last of the sun. it's bland flavour reminded me of chewing on a piece of grass. the flowery description above is so perfect for the freshly plucked home grown fig. it was juicy. it made us happy. i'm going to grow figs next year.
look out for a fresh fig chocolate truffle recipe soon. i just have to somehow convince clara and family that my need for the last of their seasons fruit is the greatest!
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Nice story... just makes you think we're all doing something terribly wrong that our "vastly superior" supermarket offerings that we are working every hour to afford are so awful... My dad moved to the South of France about 5 years ago(we grew up in London), and his garden and the local area is brimming with figs and olives. Nothing really beats fresh fruit picked and eaten as you go! Sue.
your dad's garden sounds brilliant. i didn't grow as much as i'd have liked to this year, but what we did grow was so tasty. the girls have stopped eating cherry tomatoes except the ones in the garden which they fight over as if they were raspberries!I'm going to try carrots in the spring because the ones in the shops !are so, so bland
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