Mom’s house in Gulf Breeze has two fig trees. The one on the east side produces lots of ripe figs, and the other one, the smaller tree on the west side, shows promise for eventually producing some truly remarkable figs. My brother is usually lucky, beating the birds to the first crop, but I’m afraid I lost the second round to the birds. So the day’s harvest of nine figs from the east-side tree was just barely enough to make my caramel-fig sauce. (This sauce is great on wahoo, but it also works well on pancakes.)