04/18/2020
Growing up in Bulgaria, I used to spend a lot of my summers with my grandparents. They had and still have a huge fig tree, in their yard. All the best figs were of course higher up on the tree, so I would climb very carefully on the chicken coop, taking very slow steps and making sure I don’t fall through the roof. Biting into those ripe, sweet figs was worth all the risk. 😁
My баба Сийка made the best jam from those figs. On one of her visits here, my mom brought us a jar of figs jam she had made, using my grandma’s recipe, with figs from that same tree. I savoured every tea spoon on French toasts and crapes. Every bite reminded me of my childhood and those careless, hot summer days.
What is the one food that brings you sweet memories every time you have it?