French Husband called to tell me he had gone to Mr. Porte's and picked figs.
"I am making fig jam," he said, "How do I know when it is done? And tell me when do the figs melt down?"
I repeated the recipe, step by step, "You're making fig jam, gee honey that is impressive! Do you have jars?" I asked that because before I left for the States I made fig jam and used every jar in the house.
"Yes jars. You know to can the jam?"
"I knew I was forgetting something important!"
I told him to go to Annie's house, she might have jars.
Later he called telling me he had found jars, that the fig jam beat mine and then he put Annie on the phone.
"Oh Cherie! You know I cannot hear," she said 'so I will do all the talking!"
Later today I will post about New Orleans.