My favorite fruit is rarely found fresh. It's a seasonal delicacy and imagine my joy when a sign went up virtually across the street from me.....
FRESH FIGS FOR SALE! I called the elderly lady yesterday and they had none left. I was so sad. But she said they would pick more in the morning and I asked her to save me two.....GALLONS!
Today Brooke, Morgan, and I went across the road and bought our figs. Fresh figs also happen to be Brooke's favorite fruit and she was ecstatic. She ate a quarter of the gallon before we got home (okay, we went to the barn before coming home, but still - that's a lot of figs).
Tonight the girls ate leftover pasta salad my MIL made for the Fourth of July bash at my SIL's. Supper for Steve and me tonight was quesadillas made with leftover crispy duck from Monday night's sushi extravaganza, fresh tomatoes, sauteed yellow peppers and mushroom slices, and gouda cheese. Yummy! Oh - and a side of sliced, fresh figs. Followed by whole, fresh figs. Followed by more whole, fresh figs. And now I'm full as a pig - I mean FIG!
And our big news of the day......we finally got a letter from Joshua! It sounded just like him - made us laugh all the way through.