Fig Rememories
I thought I was doing something special last night when I picked up a carton of black mission figs. I was like, hmmm, I’ll try these & see what they’re about.
I was really excited to try them after seeing some really delicious looking photos on Flickr.
So I made it home today & immediately sliced one of my deliciously ripe figs. The colors were rich, the smell was honey sweet, & the first bite sent me back in time.
Back in time? Yes, back in time! As I savored each bite, I remembered eating these as a kid in Alabama. Then I remembered how my mom used to talk about how much she hated figs.
I had all these rememories while chowing down on like 6 figs. Then I thought about how my grandmother LOVED fig bars.
So funny how food can trigger memories good, bad or indifferent.
While preparing this post, I called my mom & told her about my little flashback & she was like hell no. No figs!
Needless to say, I’m all about figs now & they did taste as good as they look. Yum!!!
BTW, check out a few more shots of my figs here. Sure to get you hungry!
Beautiful! You got me wanting figs! and they are really good fo ryou! LOL!
Lovely. As a Alabama native, I know the love or hate of figs. I still love a fig fresh from the tree. Beautiful picture.
Lovebabz – Did you get some figs??? Get them while they are good boo!!!
Cashana – LOL!!!! Yes, the love or hate relationship that mom is all about.
Tafari
LOL, nice post and gorgeous photos. I've never had a fig, but this post makes me want to try.