Showing posts with label fig jam. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fig jam. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Muffins


I am still not sleeping well, which is nothing new. This morning having read the paper before dawn,  worked out,  and processed the office payroll, I was hungry. So why not make some bran muffins?

 I have been tweaking this recipe for years, and I think I finally have it where I want it. Although I may have to add Nicole's enticing recipe for bran muffins to my repertoire. Try them both and see what you think.


With a smear of cream cheese and a dollop of homemade fig jam

Favorite Bran Muffins

1/2 cup plus 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
1/2 cup plus 2 tablespoons whole wheat flour
1/2 cup plus 1 tablespoon sugar
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 cups All-Bran cereal
1 1/4 cups skim milk
1 egg
1/4 cup canola oil


Preheat oven to 400 degrees, and coat 12 muffin pan cups with cooking spray.

Stir together flours, sugar, baking powder, cinnamon and salt.  Set aside.

In a large mixing bowl combine All-Bran cereal and milk. Let stand 2 minutes or until cereal is softened.  Add egg and oil and beat well. Add flour mixture and stir until combined.

Portion out batter evenly into muffin pan cups.

Bake for 20 minutes. Cool.

































Favorite Bran Muffins

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

The Figs


"Why are we surprised when fig trees bear figs?" Margaret Titzel

Although I grew up eating figs straight from the fig trees in our backyard, I am still amazed one can grow figs in New Jersey.

It's pleasant to conjure up visions of the sunny Mediterranean countryside dotted with fig trees. But honestly, my most vivid memories are of the fig trees in the Italian-American neighborhoods standing straight bundled up to ward off the onslaught of winter weather. Sometimes they were black tar-paper wrapped monoliths in a front yard; and at other times they stood in gardens wrapped in burlap or bent in half and buried for the winter.  Italian men would go to great lengths to assure that their trees would survive to bear fruit for another year.


John started our fig tree from a shoot cut from one of my father's trees. The shoot was wrapped up and placed in the basement refrigerator to lie dormant over the winter.  Once spring came, the shoot was planted, fed, watered and pampered.  It grew, but never produced a great yield.  When we moved, the tree came with us. We have very rocky soil, and the tree was moved a couple of times before we found the spot that was agreeable to the tree.

Fresh figs are quite perishable, but we are eating them as fast as we can. Mostly, we eat them out of hand, but I have been known to top grilled pizza dough with some grilled figs, prosciutto and arugula. Delicious. Or to grill figs, drizzle with honey and serve topped with a dollop of fresh ricotta. Or to stuff perfectly ripe figs with goat cheese or Gorgonzola. Or I am dying to try this recipe.

Yesterday I had just enough ripe figs to try my hand at a very easy fig jam. I sliced a little more than one cup of figs then crushed them with a little more than 2/3 cup sugar and 2 tablespoons of lemon juice. I let the mixture sit for about 20 minutes until it became syrupy. I then brought the mixture to a boil, and simmered it for about 5 minutes until it thickened slightly and the figs were soft.



I poured the mixture into a clean crock to cool before storing in the refrigerator.

Someone told us that it takes five years for the fig tree to bear fruit.  This year my father will be gone five years, and I am sure that he would be very happy to know that we are enjoying figs from his tree!