Playing in my sisters garden with figs and light.

sweet honey roasted figs on a slatted table

It's 1pm and it's Sunday, time to get outside and play with some sticky fruit. Down in Ipswich town yesterday I saw some fresh figs at the market, they looked great and felt so soft and ripe that I couldn't resist. After getting my 5 for a British pound in one stall I noticed the other stalls were dripping with figs too, so much choice. The girl in Greece said I was lucky, we are lucky. We can get these little treats for most of the year, planes fly down and pick them off the trees for us, stamping a huge carbon footprint in the process..."av a taste guv" said the burly market seller "they are Turkish!"

...and that I did. Taste the delights of Turkey from the stall in Ipswich. Some had traveled better than others, some had come via ryanair and decided not to pay for the toilet. Should figs be furry? probably not...hence "pounnnd a bowl mr!" you get what you pay for...

Back at the house the skies were grey...but fear not, with the help of my new toy, a huge light reflector, I was able to sparkle golden rays onto the fruit that I sliced in two....dribbled with goo (honey) and put in the oven on gas mark 2.  Actually it was 200 celcius, but that doesn't rhyme so well eh.

There are further experiments with light on flickr! Take a lil look.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/tristantristan/

thanks,

Tristan

men are from Mars, women are from Venus...where in this universe does this guy reside?