Picking In The Breeze
The first thing to be said about Franco is that he is a Northampton County icon, an interesting, feisty, warm-hearted transplant from New York as of about 20 plus years ago. Born in Italy, he still retains a colorful Italian accent but overlaid with a strong twist of Brooklynese. Every Tuesday night you can tune into his radio show on local station WESR to hear him play some classic tunes and expound on the issues of the day. Franco is a tireless fund-raiser for community causes, an active member of the Chamber of Commerce, a Sunday afternoon fishing guru to his grand kids and he bakes a mean pizza too !
The pizza part is important because Franco and his wife Kathy are the colorful proprietors of the Little Italy restaurant in Nassawadox, Virginia, home to the best meatball subs ever. (http://littleitaly.homestead.com) When he’s not overseeing the kitchen, Franco is busy planning Little Italy’s next fun event– possibly a night with a singer of Sinatra tunes or an Elvis impersonator or the bi-monthly Texas Hold-em Poker Tournaments, with profits going to charity, this month to Habitat for Humanity and the Little League. The list of Franco’s activities and accomplishments is almost endless, including a run for the Board of Supervisors.
So when my middle daughter was picking up a vegetable calzone from the restaurant the other day, Franco inquired as to whether she liked figs and if so, stop by his house and pick some, his back yard tree is loaded with an early ripening variety. Well, we all love fresh figs and our two varieties do not ripen for another couple weeks so we took advantage of his offer last Sunday. It was a beautiful breezy day, sun shining but not too hot, I was in the neighborhood to take some photos of a new waterfront lot listing and it seemed like a perfect time to round up a few figs for breakfast.
Fruits Of Our Labours
Now the first thing to be said about fresh figs is this — if you’ve never had one, you’ve missed a real winner in the fruit arena ! Unfortunately, they are very a delicate, soft fruit and so fresh figs are seldom found in a grocery store– you usually have to have a friend with a tree or better yet, your very own tree(s). The Eastern Shore of Virginia is a great place to grow figs because we have rich soils and a mild climate ( figs don’t do well in cold climates, freezing usually kills them, so they have to be grown in pots and moved indoors in the winter). Here they are grown in the yard just like any other fruit tree and they thrive without any work. Just stick them in the ground in the late fall, forget about them and in a few years you’ll have a tree with all the figs you can eat and give away. There are at least a dozen varieties here which with I’m familiar, with different sizes and ripening times, but the most commonly grown figs on the Eastern Shore are the Brown Turkey, small, only about an inch long, the Black Mission fig, very large, almost the size of a small apple and the Celeste, a lovely pale green variety.
We have a huge Black Mission tree and a smallish Brown Turkey tree in our little home orchard and they keep us well supplied with mid to late season figs. But Franco’s early ripening figs are a different variety, not sure what– they remind me of those candies with a liquid center because when I bite into one of his figs they squirt juice from what seems to be a hollow, juice filled center. Absolutely wonderful , sweet and acid at the same time, sort of like fresh pineapple in that respect, after a while your tongue starts to tingle. While my husband likes fig preserves and dried figs as well, I only like them fresh, preferably well chilled, usually for breakfast or for dessert. However, served with a thin slice of salty Virginia ham (http://smithfieldhams.com ) , they make a tasty lunch or appetizer, which is what I think I’ll do with the rest of the figs we picked from Franco’s backyard tree. Yum, yum !
How many tens of millions of toddlers over the ages may have sung this Mother Goose song, I wonder ? At any rate we have do have a Muffin Man— well, actually a Muffin Lady— right here on the Eastern Shore of Virginia. And you’ll find Beth Flynn, in her sweet glory, not in Drury Lane, but in the Yellow Duck. That would, of course, be The Yellow Duck Bakery Cafe on Main Street in Exmore, Virginia.
Watching calories or sugar ? Not to worry — you can choose from their three no-sugar varieties, including the “Morning Muffin”, my husband’s favorite. I, of course, have many favorites. Quack, quack, quack ! Hard to choose between the cranberry orange, the blueberry crunch, the lemon poppy or the toasted almond, maybe pumpkin with a cream cheese filling. And when one cannot decide, there is only one solution — just get one of each ! ( Which is why I try not to drop by Yellow Duck too often– too much temptation, too little will power ! ) And when I arrive at the office toting a large white bakery box with a Yellow Duck sticker, you should see the anticipatory grins and the eager outstretched hands — – it’s a Muffin Morning at Blue Heron Realty Co. , the start of a quacking good day !
