I told Liz that we had a glut of figs on the tree, and she suggested making some fig jam. “Waitrose magazine had a great recipe, I will send it to you” she said. Then she could not find it – so emailed that fine store, which promptly sent her a copy of said recipe, which she sent on to me. [Thank you Waitrose!]
Liz buys over-ripe cheaply on her local market in London, and they are ideal for this recipe.
I weighed my bowlful and recalculated the quantities to make around 350g of deliciousness.
The fragrance of the figs, rosemary sprig and lemon zest as it simmered in the pan was wonderful.
It was somehow redolent of sitting in a shady corner of the Pitti Palace Gardens in Florence*.
It took less than 20 minutes to make this half-jar. I do not expect it to last very long. Bob is not very keen on fresh figs, but a spoonful of this with crackers and good cheese is something I am confident he will enjoy.
I am blessed with two incredibly thoughtful daughters!