I had a white fig yesterday that was better than anything i can remember ever eating. The skin was blotched brown over yellow like an overripe banana, and the eye was an open pool of honey. Inside was amber flesh immersed in syrup. When a fig is dead ripe even the skin is sweet. And if you get to it before a pig on the wing then you consider yourself blessed. The interesting part is that this has been my favorite fig tree all year, owing to its graceful and willowy growth habit. So you see i knew it was special before the first taste...
My compost enclosure is teeming with maggots and, further down, earthworms. My method is simple: block enclosure, first course is set into the earth. Layer of foid scraps, layet of dirt. Hat, layer of dirt, food scraps, and so on. Courses are added as needed.
The worm bins are all quite happy and my wicking method of watering them is working. Mosquitoes are a ceaseless torment when working with my worms.
My experiment of laying cardboard over my oyster shell driveway has worked out well; the weeds are dying or dead and earthworms, drawn by the cardboard, are replacing the weeds with a thick layer of castings.
We have no figs, but they sound good. The sweetest we have is native American persimmons, and when ripe they are like a little bubble of jelly.
We may need to put down some cardboard in our driveway. The gravel is becoming very green with the way the weeds are growing in it.
I had a white fig yesterday that was better than anything i can remember ever eating. The skin was blotched brown over yellow like an overripe banana, and the eye was an open pool of honey. Inside was amber flesh immersed in syrup. When a fig is dead ripe even the skin is sweet....So you see i knew it was special before the first taste...
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Good heavens! That reads like food porn! (That’s a term I use for descriptions of luscious food.... always a problem for someone like me who has to fight the calorie wars!)