From Palestine to Sheffield – the journey of the sensual fig.

“Then Isiah said. Take a cake of figs.” Kings 20.7

Although fig rolls originated in Egypt, created by wasp haters, slowly by centuries and miles they became a classic biscuit and made their way to the Industrial North of England – Sheffield. How did this happen?

How could the fruit of a plant that had its very roots in the Garden of Eden travel so far from home and thrive in what was once a phosphorus smog filled city called Sheffield? A place described by George Orwell in 1936 – “And the stench! If at rare moments, you stop smelling sulphur it is because you have begun smelling gas. Even the shallow river that runs through the town is-usually bright yellow with some chemical or other. Once I halted in the street and counted the factory chimneys, I could see;” 

The fruit of a fig has its very own insect to pollenate the fruits. Unsurprisingly they are called fig wasps. And each variety of fig has its own special little wasp. There are nine hundred species of figs and so of course nature dictates there must then be nine hundred species of fig wasps.

Figs or fig trees are mentioned in the Bible almost two hundred times. Even Jesus mentions them. It makes sense that the tree would travel through the desert with the Israelites and thrive in Egypt.

As previously mentioned, it was here in Egypt that the wasp haters invented fig rolls. Hieroglyphics in the tombs in the Valley of the Kings show the harvesting of figs and it is common for dried figs to be among the items archaeologists find on their digs. Tutankhamun’s rolls would be different from todays; the process would be similar. The preserved figs would have been hand rolled with honey and spices in a floury dough and baked.

How did the fruit get to Britain, well as usual via the Romans. But it was from figs already pollinated so the assumption is there were no fig wasps in the country back then and therefore no cultivated trees. In 1552 Cardinal Pole -later to become the Archbishop of Canterbury planted a fig tree in the garden of Lambeth Palace, brought back from his time in Italy.

By the 17th century figs trees were common. Fig rolls at this stage were made at home. There are several theories on the origins of fig rolls being commercially produced, with different countries and companies claiming to be the creators.

Two main contesters for the accolade are McVitie’s and Jacobs.

Some historians believe that the Scottish biscuit company McVitie’s created the first fig rolls in the late 19th century. Developing a recipe for fig rolls that consisted of a sweet pastry filled with fig jam, and the company began mass-producing the pastry in the early 20th century.

However, there is also a school of thought which suggests that the Irish biscuit company Jacob’s created the first fig rolls in the early 20th century. Jacobs developed a recipe for fig rolls that again consisted of a sweet pastry filled with fig jam, and the company began mass-producing the pastry in the 1920s.

What is certain is that by the early 20th century they were a popular biscuit in the UK and throughout the World.

One section of society where they were extremely popular were the working classes. A convenient and affordable treat and the steelworkers in Sheffield were no exception. Once eaten the fig seeds would pass through the digestive system into the sewers and whenever there was a heavy storm a substantial proportion of the sewage overflowed into the river Don.

It is as this stage the vagaries of steel working came into play. The waters of the River Don were at a constant 20 degrees creating perfect conditions for the fig seeds to germinate and grow.

It is a very strange combination for such an exotic fruit to have survived in such a toxic unwelcoming environment as the Industrial North, human appetite, imperfect sewage, and the steel industry.

Today there are many distinct types and variations to choose from, each with its own unique characteristics and ingredients. Some of the most popular types of fig rolls include:

  • Traditional fig rolls, which consist of a sweet pastry filled with fig jam.
  • Nut-filled fig rolls, which are filled with nuts and spices.
  • Sweet fig rolls, which are filled with sweet fig jam and topped with sugar.

Fig rolls played a significant role in British cuisine and culture, particularly in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. They were seen as a quintessential British snack food, and their popularity was closely tied to the country’s industrial and cultural heritage. Fig rolls were often associated with traditional British values such as thriftiness, simplicity, and practicality, and they were seen as a comforting and familiar treat that could be enjoyed by people of all ages and backgrounds. The popularity of fig rolls also reflected the British love of sweet and savoury flavours, as well as the country’s rich tradition of baking and pastry-making.

Figs have been mentioned in literature and poetry for centuries including Shakespeare, Chaucer, Dickens, and D H Lawrence.

It is possible to create delicious and authentic-tasting fig rolls in your own kitchen. To make fig rolls at home, you will need to start by making the dough, which typically involves combining flour, water, and yeast, and then kneading the mixture until it becomes smooth and elastic. The filling can be made by cooking down fresh or dried figs with sugar and spices and then mixing in other ingredients such as nuts or seeds. The dough and filling are then assembled and baked until golden brown, resulting in a delicious and flaky pastry.

But make sure to use high-quality ingredients, including fresh figs and real butter or oil, to give your fig rolls the best possible flavour and texture. Second, be patient and do not rush the process, as making fig rolls can be a time-consuming and labour-intensive process. Third, experiment with different ingredients and flavour combinations to find the one that works best for you. Finally, do not be afraid to try again if your first batch of fig rolls does not turn out as expected.

Today if walking along the river towards Meadowhall, there are about thirty mature fig trees, some about 70 years old. A local Sheffield naturalist and amateur industrial historian Richard Doncaster discovered these. He along with a local botanist Margaret Shaw, fellow botanists from the Sorby History Society investigated the trees and confirmed they were indeed Fig trees and had the trees registered to ensure their protection.

From Palestine to Sheffield – the journey of the sensual fig.

“Then Isiah said. Take a cake of figs.” Kings 20.7

Although fig rolls originated in Egypt, created by wasp haters, slowly by centuries and miles they became a classic biscuit and made their way to the Industrial North of England – Sheffield. How did this happen?

How could the fruit of a plant that had its very roots in the Garden of Eden travel so far from home and thrive in what was once a phosphorus smog filled city called Sheffield? A place described by George Orwell in 1936 – “And the stench! If at rare moments, you stop smelling sulphur it is because you have begun smelling gas. Even the shallow river that runs through the town is-usually bright yellow with some chemical or other. Once I halted in the street and counted the factory chimneys, I could see;” 

The fruit of a fig has its very own insect to pollenate the fruits. Unsurprisingly they are called fig wasps. And each variety of fig has its own special little wasp. There are nine hundred species of figs and so of course nature dictates there must then be nine hundred species of fig wasps.

Figs or fig trees are mentioned in the Bible almost two hundred times. Even Jesus mentions them. It makes sense that the tree would travel through the desert with the Israelites and thrive in Egypt.

As previously mentioned, it was here in Egypt that the wasp haters invented fig rolls. Hieroglyphics in the tombs in the Valley of the Kings show the harvesting of figs and it is common for dried figs to be among the items archaeologists find on their digs. Tutankhamun’s rolls would be different from todays; the process would be similar. The preserved figs would have been hand rolled with honey and spices in a floury dough and baked.

How did the fruit get to Britain, well as usual via the Romans. But it was from figs already pollinated so the assumption is there were no fig wasps in the country back then and therefore no cultivated trees. In 1552 Cardinal Pole -later to become the Archbishop of Canterbury planted a fig tree in the garden of Lambeth Palace, brought back from his time in Italy.

By the 17th century figs trees were common. Fig rolls at this stage were made at home. There are several theories on the origins of fig rolls being commercially produced, with different countries and companies claiming to be the creators.

Two main contesters for the accolade are McVitie’s and Jacobs.

Some historians believe that the Scottish biscuit company McVitie’s created the first fig rolls in the late 19th century. Developing a recipe for fig rolls that consisted of a sweet pastry filled with fig jam, and the company began mass-producing the pastry in the early 20th century.

However, there is also a school of thought which suggests that the Irish biscuit company Jacob’s created the first fig rolls in the early 20th century. Jacobs developed a recipe for fig rolls that again consisted of a sweet pastry filled with fig jam, and the company began mass-producing the pastry in the 1920s.

What is certain is that by the early 20th century they were a popular biscuit in the UK and throughout the World.

One section of society where they were extremely popular were the working classes. A convenient and affordable treat and the steelworkers in Sheffield were no exception. Once eaten the fig seeds would pass through the digestive system into the sewers and whenever there was a heavy storm a substantial proportion of the sewage overflowed into the river Don.

It is as this stage the vagaries of steel working came into play. The waters of the River Don were at a constant 20 degrees creating perfect conditions for the fig seeds to germinate and grow.

It is a very strange combination for such an exotic fruit to have survived in such a toxic unwelcoming environment as the Industrial North, human appetite, imperfect sewage, and the steel industry.

Today there are many distinct types and variations to choose from, each with its own unique characteristics and ingredients. Some of the most popular types of fig rolls include:

  • Traditional fig rolls, which consist of a sweet pastry filled with fig jam.
  • Nut-filled fig rolls, which are filled with nuts and spices.
  • Sweet fig rolls, which are filled with sweet fig jam and topped with sugar.

Fig rolls played a significant role in British cuisine and culture, particularly in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. They were seen as a quintessential British snack food, and their popularity was closely tied to the country’s industrial and cultural heritage. Fig rolls were often associated with traditional British values such as thriftiness, simplicity, and practicality, and they were seen as a comforting and familiar treat that could be enjoyed by people of all ages and backgrounds. The popularity of fig rolls also reflected the British love of sweet and savoury flavours, as well as the country’s rich tradition of baking and pastry-making.

Figs have been mentioned in literature and poetry for centuries including Shakespeare, Chaucer, Dickens, and D H Lawrence.

It is possible to create delicious and authentic-tasting fig rolls in your own kitchen. To make fig rolls at home, you will need to start by making the dough, which typically involves combining flour, water, and yeast, and then kneading the mixture until it becomes smooth and elastic. The filling can be made by cooking down fresh or dried figs with sugar and spices and then mixing in other ingredients such as nuts or seeds. The dough and filling are then assembled and baked until golden brown, resulting in a delicious and flaky pastry.

But make sure to use high-quality ingredients, including fresh figs and real butter or oil, to give your fig rolls the best possible flavour and texture. Second, be patient and do not rush the process, as making fig rolls can be a time-consuming and labour-intensive process. Third, experiment with different ingredients and flavour combinations to find the one that works best for you. Finally, do not be afraid to try again if your first batch of fig rolls does not turn out as expected.

Today if walking along the river towards Meadowhall, there are about thirty mature fig trees, some about 70 years old. A local Sheffield naturalist and amateur industrial historian Richard Doncaster discovered these. He along with a local botanist Margaret Shaw, fellow botanists from the Sorby History Society investigated the trees and confirmed they were indeed Fig trees and had the trees registered to ensure their protection.

A very British Affair – Parliament Square April 13th 2019

Democracy – from the Greek, meaning literally “Rule by People”.

In 1972, I was nine. Too young to care about the EU, the existence of it or our entry into it.

I remember nothing of this event whatsoever. What I do remember was the initial out cry after about the fact we could no longer sell curly cucumbers in shops, they had to be straight. One of the first idiotic decisions made by Brussels on behalf of the British Nation.

Now fast-forward 47 years and here we are stuck the black hole desperately trying to leave it without being made bankrupt.

For me today it is no longer about whether I voted to remain or leave. The debacle that has become Brexit is now about democracy or the disintegration of its existence in what I had grown up believing was a democratic country.

In the year 1972, I remember vividly days where I would sit in the back of my father’s black cab driving through London and he would point out various landmarks of this fine capital city. One of course would be the Houses of Parliament – as we crossed the river Thames over Waterloo Bridge the iconic shape of the clock tower known affectionately as Big Ben stood sentinel by the embankment.

The gothic Palace of Westminster home to the House of Commons and the House of Lords was the bastion of British Democracy. It was never under question that we lived in a Democratic country and that the decision made in those buildings were for the good of the British Nation. They were voted in by us. They represented us.

April 13th 2019 Big Ben was shrouded in scaffolding. The face of the clock hidden.  Was this symbolic?  How the duplicity going on inside the House was passing unnoticed?

Now today in 2019 with the debacle of Britain’s attempt at leaving the EU  I like many citizens question what we once accepted as an undeniable truth – is Britain a Democracy?

I have always encouraged people to take their vote at every opportunity. Especially women. The suffragettes fought for our right to vote as women. We owed it to them and ourselves to vote.

Now I am beginning to think why bother? What the Brexit has revealed is our votes mean nothing and our Government has been happily sending us down the Thames.

The first thing that came out of or vote to leave or remain in the EU was the way suddenly those who voted to stay not liking the result wanted another vote. That is not how a democracy works. It is not a case of I don’t like the result can we do it again.

If Tiger Roll hadn’t won the Grand National, there wouldn’t have been a re-run. As adults, you have to accept the result and live with it. You have to suck it up.

Even worse, subsequently we have found out our votes mean nothing. The MP’s are having the final decision trying now to change the course of our history for their own ends. Representatives in the house with criminal records are voting, making decisions for us when they should have stepped down from their positions when they were first caught out as blatant liars.

They have no business making decisions for the British Public. None of them now should be representing this Nation. So for once in my life, I decided I would march. Not against immigration, not against terrorism. Not against world poverty or Global Warming and any of the other issues, not against the extinction of rare species of wildlife we have on this planet. No just against the erosion of Democracy in the country I was born into and love so much.

Arriving at Parliament Square on Saturday it was a beautiful spring day. I have been on marches in the past. But not strangely enough for my own country. I have raised the Palestinian flag and marched for Gaza. Unfurled their flag in Portland Square in 2014. Marched for the cessation of the Israeli Bombing of Gaza.

When I wrapped the English flag across my shoulders it suddenly felt strange. Why? So many times, we have been told it has been racist for us to raise the flag for England. Was that why it felt strange?

Did I get a sense of centuries of British Colonialism being placed on my shoulders? A collective memory of guilt at how we turned the world pink on the Atlas?

I don’t think so but I do know it felt slightly strange. Waiting for the march to start we stood in the spring sunshine. The blossom on the trees, the sky unusually blue.

There was a round of applause when the orange men marched into the square. And shouts began, “What do want? Brexit. When do we want it? Now!”

“Goodbye EU goodbye”.

We joined the walk towards Downing Street. If there was meant to be an atmosphere of anarchy there definitely wasn’t. It was if we are all just going on an afternoon stroll. There were more police officers then protesters it seemed to me. And they were chatting away to us all as if it was an Easter Parade. Or a Royal Wedding was about to be held in Westminster Abbey.

So after a slow walk.  I am afraid we did the very English thing of hitting the Red Lion pub, buying a cider and sitting outside in the warm sun watching the rest of the events from a chair with a pint in my hand.

Coats off, faces looking up to the sun. Was this the start of our glorious summer?

Whilst sitting there I felt vaguely reassured that it was all so civilised. This is what Britain is all about. No dramas, no violent outburst of civil unrest. No just a day out in London.

It was all summed up so eloquently, when I visited the ladies toilets.

“OH gawd, there is no toilet roll.” I heard from the cubicle next to me.

Her friend standing at the sink replied. “Drip and dry love. You voted to leave. You can endure worse than not having toilet roll.”

So all in all a terribly English affair. Although I do think, we could have got some of our French friends across the channel to come over and liven things up at bit. Those French certainly know how to protest!

Long live the Queen. Still not sure how much longer Democracy will last though!