Mama's Figs

"Each mid-summer morning, Mama would pick fresh, sweet figs, gathering her apron into a drawstring sack, and fill it with the figs. Then she would take the gravel path that led from our house to Martha and Joe’s house, calling softly to her little granddaughters in Italian-laced broken English, 'Dianucce, Lindicioda, looka what Gremma hava for you.'"

Our special guest this week is Diane Vicarel, the first of Pasqualina Zaza's grandchildren.