Fig week is technically over, but I couldn’t give up on them just yet. I still had a half pint that I wanted to use, and then when I made this sauce for supper liked the result so much that I took pictures. While I had a honey and a toddler sitting at the table slightly (ok, very) impatient to dig in. It wasn’t my finest moment.
But they waited while I frantically grabbed my camera and put the plates on the table… and then my 2 year old said “Mama! I DON’T WANT YOU TO TAKE A PICTURE OF SUPPER!” and made a frowny-pouty-irritated face. “I’m FRUSTRATED!” he said, a very descriptive emotional word that sounds silly coming out of a 2.5 year old’s mouth, except no truer words have ever been spoken because what 2.5 year old isn’t frustrated 75% of the time?
I know when I’m in the wrong, and when I’ve gone overboard, and stopping everything at 6:15pm on a Friday night when you’re having family supper to take pictures of the plate for this blog is definitely one of those times.
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