At 01:11 PM 6/25/98 +0000, you wrote: >Margaret > >> like dates. Sob. I love dates, but I have kicked the nicotine habit years >> ago, and I'm not about to start chewing. I'll just eat dates. > >There's a local market in Atlanta that I darn near have to avoid because I >can't resist the temptation of the big baskets of dates they always have >out to tempt me. > >Catharine, looking at her fig tree that is absolutely loaded and wishing >they were dates. > Hold onto your hat, Miz. Catharine, if you haven't read William Woys Weaver's "Heirloom Vegetable Gardening." He gives an historic recipe for artichoke pie, but suggests substituting sunflower buds for artichokes (!) and chopped fresh figs and minced fennel instead of the truffles and morels. You have a goldmine in the sky, and nobody will dare to truffle with you again. Note he's a cook of the ilk what doesn't give amounts, but I thought it pretty smackin' interesting. Margaret, who thinks she knows how Miz. Catharine can bring back those trots she's just gettin' over.