Something just had to be created with all these ripe figs . . .
. . . before these two men in the house ate them. So, I made this awesome (if I say so myself) French Fig Cherry Torte. And, being the kind who wants to share and give, I asked these two men to walk some over to the widow across the street.
Neighborly etiquette says . . . when you are blessed in receiving a plate or bowl or dish of something special . . .