I have a fig tree, and this fig tree has my heart. What this fig tree does not have, unfortunately, is a reliable second crop of figs in our cool-summer climate. So, after the breba crop ripens, that’s usually it.
This year, I dried all the breba figs I could, to try to extend our enjoyment of this perishable delicacy. Some of the dried figs were further preserved as a fig bourbon infusion.
Fig bourbon, it turns out, makes a damned fine Old Fashioned.