Got some great Black Mission figs from a friends dad the other day. Like most times when you get fruit from someone from their home, you get a bunch. Like almost too much. Maybe that is just me. So here I am with a full plastic grocery bag of figs picked by John's dad and another half flat picked by me. I love um. When you eat a fig, you are connecting with the entirety of human civilization, as they were one of the very first domesticated crops. Eat a fig and you are eating across thousands of years of history to the beginning of man, and of course, the beginning of foodies.
Quick name a variety of figs. If you said Black Mission then fine. At least you are paying attention. What about another. Kadota. One more. Calmynia. another. Brown turkey.
So some got jammed. SOme got made into fresh fig ice cream. And some got the honor of getting soaked until the holidays in Absolute. Nice huh.
