Calimyrna figs are one of my favorite things. You will find, my “favorite things” list is huge, but these rank. My earliest memories of figs, alas, were in the form of “Fig Newtons.” It’s not a cookie, mother… Heaven help us. I was always so fascinated at how you could break the cookie apart and glue it back together with the figgie stuff inside, with no apparent damage. I was a strange child. I know. But flash forward a couple of decades, and I found myself living in the gorgeous city of Munich, with the one and only Viktualienmarkt at the center of it all, and just a few minutes walk from our apartment. There, I saw figs again with fresh eyes- flown in from Israel. It truly was love at first sight- I mean, just LOOK at them!
They are absolutely beautiful to behold, and jeweled inside. sigh. For me, figs seem to be at their absolute best when they are in their simplest form. Continue reading
