This whole fig jam, using dried figs, was one of my maternal grandfather’s favourite things to prepare. He would make large pots of it to share with family and friends. Part of the fun was the preparation. When my mother and her siblings were children, they would wait impatiently for their father to finish making the jam so they could lick the pot clean. Before he had barely extracted the last fig, they would race for the pot. By the time they’d each had a turn, the pot would be clean.