Several years ago, before Cherub was born, I bought my mother a fig tree. For years she had longed for a tree like the one that grew in the backyard of the little house in Austin where she raised her two little girls. She always loved feeding me peeled figs when I was tiny and just beginning to enjoy my first tastes of real food. This was something she hoped to recreate with soon-to-be-born grandbabies. She needed a tree in the ground early, she told me, so the harvest would be ready when I got around to having one.
Ahh, how she forgot what a harvest she would have from just one, abundant tree. Now in its prime, at peak season, she picks five and six pounds of figs a day from that little tree.
The babies, that so recently mashed just-picked and peeled figs between soft pink gums, now grab branches and haul themselves up to climb to the places Demeter can’t reach. And she has lots and lots of figs.
I still love them.
When she visited, she brought me a couple of bottles of fig syrup. Because to make a moderate amount of syrup you need lots and lots of fruit.
I am more than a little grown up now, and I enjoy figs in all sorts of ways. Most recently in the form of a fig margarita. This margarita would be equally enchanting with fruit syrups of any kind (raspberry, certainly strawberry, peach). Just give some thought to what spices on the rim might marry best with the fruit you choose. This cocktail is all about celebrating a bounty in unexpected way.
Aggie Lane Margarita, makes one
For the rim:
1/2 t brown sugar
1/2 t kosher salt
1/2 t cumin
1/2 t chile powder
For the cocktail:
1 shot tequila (PK house brand is Tierras)
1/2 shot triple sec
Juice from half a lime (about 1/2 a shot)
1 shot of fig syrup
Combine salt, brown sugar and spices and pour onto a plate. Rub rim of cocktail glass with lime and rim glass in the mixture. Fill glass with ice.
Combine tequila, triple sec, lime juice and syrup in a cocktail shaker with crushed ice. Pour into prepared glass.
Playlist included I Turn My Camera On, by Spoon.
3 thoughts on “Persephone’s Drinks Cabinet | Fig Margarita”
Lovely story, gorgeous photo, and I want one! Curious about the name – are you an Aggie?
No, but I do enjoy rooting against them when they play UT. ;o)
I’ll answer that as Persephone’s mother – Our first home in Austin, Texas was on Aggie Lane. Ironically, both of us are orange-blooded Texas Exes. This is the home that had the big fig tree in P’s story. Even though you’ll always find us rooting against A&M, both our daughters have lovely Aggie friends.