I need to clear something up here.
I didn’t call this blog Fig Jam and Lime Cordial because I’m an arrogant git who has dibs on herself. I didn’t even know what the (Australian?) colloquialism “fig jam” meant until a couple of weeks after I’d started the blog. We really were making fig jam and lime cordial the weekend the blog was born, hence the name.
But that doesn’t mean I haven’t had a lot of explaining to do. The first phone call was from Kevin.
“Hey, did you call your blog Fig Jam and Lime Cordial
because of what ‘fig jam’ means?”
“Kev, I have no idea what you’re talking about..”
(panic was starting to set in at that point)
“You know, F*** I’m Good, Just Ask Me!”
(sotto voce, since he works in an open plan office)
My immediate thought was that it could have been so much worse. Especially since I’d paid for the domain name a few hours before he rang.
I cornered Big Boy and accused him of letting me make a goose of myself.
“Hey, why didn’t you tell me what ‘fig jam’ was slang for?”
“Mum, I have no idea what you’re talking about..”
When I explained, his response was accompanied by a condescending eye roll…
“Ok, who told you that? Uncle Kevin. Right. And how old is he?
Don’t worry about it, nobody uses that expression any more.”
Oh, if only he’d been right. Unfortunately it seems pretty current with anyone of my generation, and they’ve been ribbing me about it ever since. But I promise, hand on heart, that I honestly had no idea what it meant (I can be remarkably naïve at times….)
There. I feel much better now. Thank you for letting me get that off my chest. And here is a photo of the figs, just to prove I’m telling the truth.