No, this fig does not reside in the White House. But it is the first fig of the season, which Jens brought me from the tree in her back yard.
I try hard not to be an envious person, but some days are more challenging than others. A fresh picked fig is a delicacy not to be taken lightly. If they were a little hardier we’d have one in our yard. (Believe me, we tried.)
This fig was sweet and purple/tan inside. Best I can do is be grateful and continue to profess my love of all homegrown produce. And maybe work on my puppy dog eyes?