We 50-something-year-old women are supposed to eat a good healthy breakfast for the sake of our bones, hearts, arteries, brains, waistlines and whatever else needs help. But when a friend (thank you, Susan!) shares with you some fresh homemade fig preserves, deliciousness trumps nutrition and there’s nothing to do but dig in and enjoy and be grateful for talented and generous friends. And really, is there anything much better than the sweet taste of summer lathered over a slice of toasted sourdough bread? No, there is not. And that sounds pretty healthy to me.
Coffee with Cathy
Pour a cup & take a break
Yummy! I’ve never had fig preserves.
Carol — I’d offer to try to save you some, but I’m afraid it’s too late because I’ve practically eaten the whole jar. But I’ll get you on my friend’s fig-preserve list for next summer!