Saturday, 13 February 2010

Sexy Saturday

Ok, well first of all, I am still hung up on the thought of fresh figs.

I cannot get them out of my head.

There are several reasons for my fig fixation:

  • In ALL of my many childhood homes, the gardens contained fig trees. Which I climbed. To pick, and of course, eat the figs. There is nothing more delicious than scrumping for figs.

  • They are a very sexy fruit. Look at this snap and tell me it is not erotic?

  • They are in season at the moment. I pace around my local streets every morning, and see fig trees in all of the gardens, netted to save themselves from birds, heavy with ripening fig fruit. (I love that I live in an area that, only 30 years ago, was given over to market gardens. And that this vibe of slow food has stuck. And that I cover so many miles on my morning runs to notice. Thank Goddess for that.)

  • My friend has the surname Fico, which means "fig", apparently, in Italian. She used to use "ripe & exotic" as a pick up trick. That is so cool.
So of course, after gathering a stash of figs, my first port of call for a recipe is to Google.

And then I realise that no matter how good all the recipe hits may appear, a salad is the absolute maximum interference that these divine fruit need.

Baked Goat's Cheese & Fig Salad Recipe - Taste.com.au

Aside from that, a bowl of figs and a knife would be all I actually need. Actually, it was all I needed. I just ate 6!



2 comments:

  1. Can you believe I've never eaten a fig? How remiss of me, you make them sound so good!

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  2. Kelly, you MUST try one then. Get yourself to Adelaide Fresh or the markets and just buy a handful. You will be blown away. Or mabe ot is just me. It is a taste & texture thing.

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