First Fresh Fig (Day 244)

by The Philosophical Fish

I have an admission to make.

I have never eaten a fresh fig.

I’ve eaten lots of Fig Newtons…the only thing I ever knew about figs, until I was an adult, was that figs were the sticky sweet filling in a cookie I loved.

I loved the episode of Sex in the City where Charlotte was out with the guy in a restaurant and he ate a fig in the most obscene manner imaginable.

I love dried Persian figs.

But I have never eaten a fresh fig.

Until today.

Meh.

Definitely not what I was expecting.

Kinda bland.

I think I now understand why people grow their own figs if they love them.

I think “fresh” figs that are available in the store, even if you go to the Persian grocers, are not picked fresh and are a bland persona of what a fig, ripened and picked fresh from a tree, probably can be.

I grew up eating cherries ripened under the hot Shuswap sunshine on the tree….right off of the tree. And the cherries I get at the grocery store, no matter how good, are still a shadow of the cherries I ate as a kid, picking fruit for wages, in my grandparent’s orchard.

So figs are probably the same.

But ten bucks for the little container of a fruit I had such high hopes for and was so disappointed in?

They are now macerating into what I imagine will be a yummy jar of fig, balsamic, honey, and red wine jam….when I get around to reducing it.

Probably not tomorrow….because tomorrow sounds like it needs a motorcycle ride instead.

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