Let's talk about figs. Clearly I love the adorable and delicious fruits and have named this very blog after them. My Pap (Grandfather) had a fig tree in his yard in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania when I was growing up. I would beg and plead with him to please, puh-lease give me some figs! He'd laugh and remind me that they weren't ripe until "it was time to go back to school" in the fall.
Now I have my own yard and fig tree, although on the opposite side of the country in Seattle, Washington. In PA you're supposed to dig up the entire tree and bury it underground for the winter. Lucky for me, we don't have to do that here since temperatures rarely drop below freezing.
That all being said, the important consistency with fig trees on both sides of this country is that they give us figs to eat, right? Makes sense to me...
According to the internet and social media, where everything you see is true, Fiddle Leaf Fig trees are all the rage. Every sparkling clean and all white Instagram living room is dotted only with this green leafy tree. The photo below is a perfect example of this trend from Apartment Therapy.
Las Vegas, Nevada. What are your thoughts? I know some people just aren't into it, while others go yearly. Personally, I love Vegas and won't ever pass up an opportunity to visit! Three days is just right when it comes to how much time to spend there.
Just a few weeks ago we spent a long weekend in Vegas, celebrating Bryce's brother Brandon and his new bride Renee. We spent a few hours at a wedding chapel and never stepped foot in a nightclub. I still don't really "get" gambling and will probably stop trying now! Our time was spent eating, drinking, walking around, and enjoying each others' company in the desert and under the neon lights.
Don't take a gamble in Vegas, set your sights on my fav 5 places to eat and/or drink:
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Figs and Flights is all about traveling near and far & eating great food both at home and away.