Quite simple, my grandmother on my mothers side was a big canner and baker to the point I didn't realize other people didn't live the same way? Everyone in the family were really good cooks. So, one of my favorite cookies were fig newtons, so that's what she made me, they were soooo good! I still remember seeing my first fig, a black fig cut open and the beauty of it! Nothing like a fresh fig.
My first house was in a Portuguese dominated area, so there were fig tree's all up and down the block. I was spoiled and not in gardening at that time being in my mid 20's (other interests), why grow figs if others would just give them to ya? But after I moved away, and got older, gardening and figs became more important. I love the exotic look of fig tree's, and I'm trying to create a little fig sanctuary just off to the side of my garden, just to sit and relax and enjoy the fresh air with a coffee, a glass of wine or even a beer.
I don't want to get old but man oh man I can't wait to retire lol.
**On a side note my buddy had to take my wife to PennMed in Philly because I couldn't get off on short notice, anyways when they were at my brothers place, my brother was like I was talking to Ray the other day for like two hours and figs dominated the conversation, then my buddy was like wow I talked to Ray the other day too for a couple of hours and it was all about the fig. Then my wife was wait minute, between talking to you two then I know he's talking to Dino then Carl then Chris and who the hell knows who else, when does my husband work? The funny thing is Rob and Dino are fig stalkers themselves.
Well, I'm still counting the days to retirement.
Remember the fig, it's all about the fig. Look to the fig, and that's your answer.