RIPE FIG JAM

After the rains that we have had, the figs have burst open and are just right for fig jam.
The little basket that I used to collect them belonged to my father and I have such happy memories of him bringing a basket of delicious ripe peaches to the breakfast table.
I cherish these ordinary humble objects - my mother-in-law's large caramel and white earthenware mixing bowl, my mothers wicker sewing basket and her old kitchen scale still in pounds and ounces while we have been metric for 40 years or more .