Well, since it was the last weekend of the slow Summertime (semester begins – see next post), it seemed a good idea to go out with a party. Silver Lake supplied the party (the Sunset Junction street festival, which, despite my strongly supportive words of the previous post, turned out to be not as good as it used to be [update: The Militant says it well]), and I (well, my garden) supplied the figs and drink. I had some friends come around to the house to raid the fig tree, and to help me consume some bottles of Hoegaarden and Leffe (along with some wine and a little gin later). Seems I threw together a couple of loaves of fig bread as well, while my guests were chatting and drinking.
My guests were nice, in that they said it was delicious (between enthusiastic mouthfuls 
of it, still fragrant and warm from the oven). I was not very impressed with it, so I won’t share the recipe until I have tried it again with my own modifications. Also, I want to try it once it has had a day or two to settle. The figs might shine through more clearly.
Then, stomachs full of figs, cheese, fig bread, beer, wine, and so forth, we went to watch the revelry over in Silver Lake. And revel a bit ourselves too.
-cvj
