I’m originally from Los Angeles, where fig trees grew everywhere. As a kid I simply loved them, and even inspired a line of one of my mom’s poems. The line was something to the effect of the insides of the figs dangling off of my tongue, just as a kid would do. Still makes me laugh to this day. I’ve been living in Oregon for the past eight years or so, and almost never see figs being sold in the grocery store, so have virtually forgotten about them. Until recently…

I was visiting my sister-in-law, and she was talking about making some sort of fancy fig / goat cheese / walnut / honey recipe. She had never eaten a fig until our mutual friend introduced her to them. My sister-in-law then proceeded to take out the most beautiful figs from her refrigerator, which grew on our friend’s tree. I never knew figs grew in Oregon!

Well, since then, I keep thinking that I should grow my own fig tree. I haven’t yet gotten around to buying one to plant, but had the ridiculous idea of placing our second-to-last fig newton in a pot of dirt, watering it every couple of days, and waiting to see if anything grows. It’s a far-fetched idea, and one that makes me smile. I will definitely keep you updated as to whether anything emerges from the pot 🙂

Oh, and in case anyone is curious, the brand is Newman’s Own, and it is wheat and dairy-free. Come on little cookie seedling! Grow! It would take a miracle.