Add the dough to the parchment and, using a rolling pin, roll into a large oblong rectangle, about 15-by-10 inches. Spread ...

Ripe figs give me the same deep joy I get when holding a newborn. They feel so soft and fuzzy and have a delicate, sweet scent that smells like nothing else in the world. A few long inhales and ...

Every year around this time, I wait for a text from some good friends who have an old, sprawling fig tree in their backyard: “Figs are ripening! Come pick anytime!” And we do. Figs are utterly unlike ...

The fig tree in my backyard is close to producing its first real crop since I planted it four years ago. I’ve been watching its progress anxiously. Every morning before I go to work, I walk by and ...

Every summer, our vigil would begin in early July. We searched the tall, sprawling tree every day. How could those hard green orbs suddenly burst into soft pear-shaped delights – wildly sweet and fat, ...

On my parents’ property in Clarkston, there used to be an enormous, rambling fig tree. It sprouted up as a “volunteer” (the word my mother uses for things that aren’t planted, but somehow arrive ...

This year, let your holiday table be a reflection of your creativity and taste. With a mix of modern flavors, unique twists, ...

Every year the week before July 4, my sister Edna calls to tell me her husband Al is going fig crazy. It's been the same story for at least 40 years. Al refuses to plant his own fig trees, but goes ...