WELCOME TO THE FIG JAR! I’M SO GLAD YOU STOPPED BY
I’m Becky, the girl in the photo and writer and creator of the things on this blog. The Fig Jar is a place where I share my love of food with the world. On this site, you will find recipes for all kinds of things: breakfast, lunch/dinner, snacks, drinks and DESSERT!! I’ve thought about doing just one thing and “defining my niche” as they say but I like all the food things too much to decide.
I’ve always loved to cook. When I was a kid, watching cooking shows was a favorite activity for my family. I’ve always been fascinated by watching people cook. I hoped to someday have all of my ingredients chopped and waiting for me in little glass dishes as I worked. I did try this once but quickly realized that this romantical method = a heck of a lot more dishes to wash.
I seriously just love food. I love reading about it, looking at photos of it (and taking them!), making it and of course, eating it. And I’ve been doing these things for a very long time. I find so much joy in preparing food and sharing it with others. I hope you find my site inviting, fun and useful.
WHY IS THIS SITE IS CALLED THE FIG JAR?
Valid question! A quote from The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath that resonates with me very deeply, particularly in regards to the indecision I’ve felt over what to pursue in life:
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
Hopefully that makes sense enough without a big explanation.
Full disclaimer: I’ve never read the book, but found this quote whilst Facebook stalking in my early twenties and it struck me. to. my. core. I’ve read it many times over the years hoping it would help me make a decision (spoiler alert: it didn’t). And since starting a blog and potentially finding a career in the food world = a metaphorical fig that I want more than most of the others, I wanted my blog name to be related to this quote somehow. And there you have it.
Thank you for reading.