Thursday, October 8, 2009
In Praise of the Fig
It's the season for fresh figs, something I had eaten before I came to France, but had never seen in such abundance until now. Let me just say that the fresh fig is a wondrous thing; you can eat it at any time of day, savory or sweet, cooked or raw. It's always delicious and not at all like the figs you know from Fig Newtons.
At a recent welcome event at my kids' school, the Europeans were all clamoring for the figs being served with a selection of French cheeses and most of the Americans were recoiling a bit, nervous as to just what they might be. (Although in their defense, the Koreans were even more concerned, mostly huddled in the corner, not sure whether they wanted to try any of it.) "It's a fig," I said, picking up a quartered beauty and popping it in my mouth. "You can eat the whole thing, skin and all." As the French say, "miam, miam."