Lady Lunchalot

Yesterday I realised that I am a woman of contradictions.

After a very successful day at work in which I sold a nicely-sized piece of business, all I could think about were Stuart’s figs. I have been keeping a very close eye on the fig tree in his back yard for weeks now, and a couple of days ago I received a call telling me that they were all but falling off the tree with squishy goodness and that I had better get to them before the birds did.

Fig Jam was on the horizon.

So after my last meeting I called Stu and told him I was going over to his place to raid the fig tree.

He wasn’t home yet when I arrived, but I knew where the ladder was, so I pulled it out of the shed (with the dubious help of his two enthusiastic kelpie puppies) and proceeded to climb up into the tree line… yes, wearing my suit and high heels.

While I was up in the branches my phone rang with a work call or two, and I found myself up a ladder picking figs while dressed in a business suit and heels, fighting off the puppies and speaking to a client.

Hmmm…

Anyway, I made the Fig and Cinnamon Jam last night. My haul from Stuart’s place yielded about 2kg of fresh figs, which boiled down into two jars of jam once I removed the skins (at O’s suggestion). This recipe was inspired from one of my favourite Melbourne food blogs, Tummy Rumbles.

Thanks for the figs Stu-bear! You’ve got a jar coming your way soon.