Yesterday I was tempted to buy a small jar of fig jam. It brought back such memories of my mother’s fig jam on the farm that I simply couldn’t resist it.
As soon as I got home I opened the little jar with eager anticipation and an almost dreamy feeling. I plunged a teaspoon into the jam and had a taste.
What a disappointment! It was a sweet mush with thousand of tiny pips that got in between my teeth and it was much too sweet. Worst of all there was no taste at all of the real fig flavour that I remember so well. Read more