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The happiness only a fig something something

It takes a lot of figs to persuade me to bake with them. Figs are like the perfect fruit. They taste amazing, they’re beautiful, you can have them sweet (raisin toast and ricotta) or savoury (with rocket, blue cheese and balsamic on flatbread), and I can eat them until I run out of daylight. But […]

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That time of year.

Yesterday was beautiful. Sunny and breezy, we went walking through the paddocks behind my parents’ house, where there’s a creek with wild quince, fig and walnut trees, wild blackberries, wild rabbits — I know. It’s all so perfect that I’d suspect my parents’ place had a gas leak, but then how did these BAGS AND […]

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