A tree grows in Brooklyn. A fig tree to be exact and it shares the terrace with Marie and a Frenchman and a big black Dominican cat at 66 Square Feet. There is also room for David Austin roses and herbs and blueberries and perennials and annuals of every scent and color.
To celebrate her 3 years of blogging, Marie held a contest to see who could guess how many figs were growing on the little "4 feet wide by 33 inches tall" tree. Long story and many comments later, we won. We won a fantastic cookbook by Davis Tanis, "a platter of figs and other recipes". It's beautiful, it's seasonal and it's simple. Proving, as we all know, that if your ingredients are fresh and ripe you don't need to do much to make a perfect meal.
As I'm writing , I'm paging through the book and my mind says yes! to every picture I see. Cherry-Almond Clafoutis, yes! Grilled eggplant paste, yes! Also Marie has peppered the book with post-its saying yesss to her favorite recipes (she's apparently licked some pages and drooled over others but I'm determined not to mention that here). Bottom line: there is a cacophony of agreement here.
The book will be taking its first vacation with us at the beach on Fire Island in July. All we do there is cook, eat, read and talk about our next meal, so it will be a welcome guest.
Again, a big thank you from our hearts and our stomachs. Oh, and from our mother of all figs, fig tree.
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