cooking with figs

August 27, 2011

We are doing our best to batten down the hatches here in the path of Irene. Our block is Zone B, so it is not evacuated. Hoping the storm drains won’t back up? We’ve taken down the hanging plants, put some pots on the ground, brought in the ladder, and tucked the furniture away in the corner under the pergola. We are feeling pessimistic about the tomato harvest.

People are freaking out. If you go to the grocery store, people are almost panicking. But here we are making hurricane cookies with figs from the tree out back. This tree has been pumping out figs like crazy. It isn’t even mine; I’ve just collected figs that overhung into my yard and were falling off. The other day, there was tart (pic before glazing):

And some cibbatta pizza with fig, proscutto, and ricotta. The picture really doesn’t do it justice.

 

Today, we have hurricane cookies with fresh figs. Before:

Don’t you love that Kikuichi blade? These people made Samurai swords back in the day. When Japan opened up and the samurai quit, they turned to cutlery. Gotta love clearance sales at Brooklyn Kitchen. But back to cookies:

There is even a fresh fig “eye” lolz:

Let’s hope we get the last laugh on this one. If the homestead gets damaged, we are finished. St. Christopher, pray for us.

crafts

July 28, 2011

How much do I love the internet? Not only did it bring me my husband all those many years ago, but now it has brought me a video on how to braid garlic:

I love this lady, and she explained it so’s even I could follow. So, this morning I roused the dogs from their post-breakfast, conjoined-at-the-rear nap:

Got down my ignorant, tiny garlic and trimmed it:

Then I braided it up. I even found a couple of baby garlic bits in the greens, like she did. Mine looks pretty lame next to hers, but it’s a start.

Once you put it with the skillets and the Peruvian mask thing, you sort of forget about its shortcomings.