tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680355927811732283.post9160194432572239320..comments2024-03-11T05:08:28.400-04:00Comments on Italian American Girl: Figs in the morning, figs at night....figs, figs, figs!!!Italian American Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14484188728423815565noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680355927811732283.post-65806285964106546102009-03-04T12:29:00.000-05:002009-03-04T12:29:00.000-05:00Thanks for the memories. I used to help my dad wr...Thanks for the memories. I used to help my dad wrap fig trees and even bury young trees in the fall, reviving them between St. Joseph's Day and Easter.<BR/><BR/>Yes, there is nothing like a fresh fig. <BR/><BR/>Joe "Giuseppe" ZuccaroUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08702407601344620030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680355927811732283.post-69570806302546402572009-03-04T12:28:00.000-05:002009-03-04T12:28:00.000-05:00Thanks for the memory. My father and I would bury...Thanks for the memory. My father and I would bury smaller fig trees in the fall and revive them between St. Joseph's Day and Easter. I remember visiting some Italian friends in Queens were they didn't have to bury or wrap because the tree was in a courtyard protected by brick walls which kept heat in the winter.<BR/><BR/>Joe "Giuseppe" ZuccaroUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08702407601344620030noreply@blogger.com