Figs, figs, figs

I’ve got figs on my tree. Figs on my stove. Figs in my canner. Figs in my pantry (in jars, I canned). Definitely, I have figs in my tummy. About the only place I don’t have figs is in my coffee. I draw the line when it comes to my coffee. That’s one thing you don’t mess with, my coffee hot or iced.

Our fig tree has put out so many figs this year it’s unbelievable.

What did I do it’s all those figs? Well I made barbecue sauce, purée, both of which I canned. I ate probably a bushel of them right off the tree, made cobblers, and fig bars. I am going to freeze them.

A friend of mine said that she peels them and freezes them, then when she wants them she takes them out, and let them thaw a bit then eats them. Sounds delicious to me, so I’m going to try it.

What do you think? Would you try it?