i’m not proud to admit this, but… today (or rather, since it’s 12:55 AM, yesterday) I ate a fig for the first time. In 22 years, I’d never had a real fig. For me, figs were in those nasty fig newton bars that looked like clogged arteries. (i can thank jay leno for that lovely visual reference).
and last year, i had a jam with figues – french for fig. still, it was brown and not so pretty like those strawberry jams so i wasn’t too impressed.
but my favorite thing to do on saturday mornings is to bike to the farmer’s market and just walk around while letting my tummy decide what to buy. 3 weeks ago it was a hibiscus mint tea, 2 weeks ago it was the squash, last week it was a breakfast taco, and this week it was a tiny basket of figs.
boy oh boy, things are going to change. i’ve got a new favorite fruit. don’t get me wrong, i’m still loyal to strawberries. but figs. holy moly. i had no idea about the surprise you get once you slice it open! later on, once i’ve eaten enough, i’ll incorporate figs into something baked. but for right now, they’re so perfect by themselves that to bake with them would be an insult to the fruit.
so please excuse me, i’ve got some serious catching up to do since i’ve obviously been missing out for the past 22 years!
French: une figue
German: die Feige
Chinese: 無花果 / wú huā guǒ
Now I know how to say it in four languages!