I'm pretty sure this is what summer is supposed to look like.
Ryan and I picked handfuls of figs from the neighbor's.
The figs were as sweet as peaches. Biting into one fresh off the branch was other-worldly. Some Shiner Bocks rounded out the afternoon.
Fin loves the taste of beer (who knew?). She belly-crawled over to an empty bottle and nursed on the few remaining drops, despite the fact that they were no longer ice-cold.
Yep, that was a perfect summer afternoon. Texas figs, Texas beer, and the gawddang Texas heat. Perfect.
2 comments:
Considering the fact that Gene and I have NO kitchen at this point, and we are surviving on frozen dinners, cereal and fast food, what could you whip up with only a refrigerator, a microwave and a toaster oven?
Any suggestions would be appreciated. And I'm serious!
The lemonade made me salivate!
Aunt Patsy
I know it's just about a year old, but I just read this post. My parents have a fig tree in their backyard, a tree that didn't mature and bear fruit until AFTER I moved several states away for college. Now I live in New York, and I so envy your fig adventures!!
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