The Renaissance Man and I were fortunate enough to pick from the property of our friends, Paul and Trish some beautiful summer fruit. We brought home 2 kinds of plums and some beautiful green figs which I successfully froze immediately after eating about 10.
Some of the figs were bursting at the seams. We interrupted our picking to rip the split ones apart and quickly eat the insides. They must be picked during the window of time when they are soft but not split or mushy.
The purple figs were a bit of a challenge to get to as the sun-loving top of the tree was too tall for our ladder and the bottom fruit were not quite ready to come home with us. We were able to get enough, however and even more of the yellow, Mirabelle plums. These were nearing the end of their season. So sweet and messy. They are also grown in France. There is a Mirabelle Festival in Metz celebrating the beautiful fruit.