The first time I had a whole fresh fig was in my early 20s. Then my sister was sharing an apartment in
Pasadena with a foodie friend. This spelled good fortune for my sister who didn't mind drinking warm Coke and eating
Taco Bell at the time, and for me too when I visited. On one occasion, her roommate offered me a fig fresh from their local farmers market. It sat with other figs on their kitchen countertop, plump dark purplish sacs with strands of green. The figs were dark and the day was bright.
The texture of the fig is its biggest allure as well as its sweet, nutty flavor. In addition, its color as well as its shape are pleasing to the eye. But the experience of biting into the soft skin, savoring the moist fruit, and chewing on the crunchy seeds is hard to match. ...
