Figs and keeping it simple

Figs with honey and gorgonzola.

Fig and shallot pizzette with balsamic vinegar!

Fig and Shallot Pizzette with Balsamic Vinegar

Photo by Janet Hudson

Figs wrapped in prosciutto and drizzled with pomegranate syrup.

Figs roasted with just a sprinkling of feta.

Fig and walnut tart!

Fig and walnut tart

Photo by Jeremy Keith

It all sounds good, huh?

Not gonna happen in my mom’s house. This, however, is:

figs

Maybe your mom or dad or auntie got fancy with fruit. My mom just didn’t. I don’t remember my mom ever doing anything with fruit besides cutting it, and often not even that. We just ate fruit plain. The only fruity dessert I ever remember her making was her cheesecake, which took a can of fruit pie filling on top (usually cherry; sometimes blueberry). That’s it; I may think of something else, but it will certainly be an exception to the general rule of eating fruit out of hand, without doing anything to it. Oh, my dad ate salt on his watermelon; does that count?

Anyway, figs are a special favorite of my mom’s, and mine, too. I cried when my Aunt Edie cut down her fig tree, because the free figs were going away. And to this day, they’re an extra-special treat for me, especially since James doesn’t even consider them food, so they’re mine-all-mine.

Plain. No embellishments. Because that’s the folkway of my people.

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8 thoughts on “Figs and keeping it simple”

  1. I grew up getting figs every Thanksgiving off of (great) Grandma Childers’ tree. It was just about the only time I had figs, because no one else we knew had a tree, and it was the only time we visited Grandma Childers. I never thought about it at the time, but now I look back on those figs as a special treat of my childhood. :)

  2. Serene, was super meeting you at Blogher Food you site and pictures are gorgeous. I love figs..i will have to come back to this post. Sitting in airport now waiting for flight home. Hope the potluck was a success.

    1. Thanks so much; it was great meeting you, too. The potluck was nice, but by then I was so burned out on social stuff that I didn’t last very long.

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