JOURNEY INTO ELDERHOOD: It's a journey with many stops along the way and enriched by the people I meet. So, stop in and visit. You're welcome...
JOURNEY INTO ELDERHOOD: It's a journey with many stops along the way and enriched by the people I meet. So, stop in and visit. You're welcome...
Oh YUM!
ReplyDeleteI'm drooling!
ReplyDeleteThey look delicious!!
ReplyDeleteNow you have just made me plain old jealous, and hungry.
ReplyDeleteDJan, Rosaria, Lou, Lynne, These figs were plump ripe and just burst in my mouth, sweet and delicious!
ReplyDeleteAhhhh. Was it only a year ago I had those treats??? I need to get back!
ReplyDeleteLauren, Listen to your heart.
ReplyDeleteI love figs. A little goat cheese inside, wrapped in good prosciutto,drizzled in balsamic and into the oven a bit. Mmmm... And as I was writing that, I was jealous (again!) of your wonderful location. I'm betting that the components of my dish are ever so much better there than here.
ReplyDeletePatti, Yes- local goat cheese, aged prosciutto, local balsamic- but your recipe sounds so good and I haven't done it that way. Yet.
ReplyDeleteI ache for a couple of these. We had a tree by our apartment building in Istanbul. Eating the shipped ones here just isn't the same. Eat one for me! And your recipe shared with PattiKen, yum.
ReplyDeleteI have never had a fig. Closest I've come is a Fig Newton...and I have a feeling they're nothing like the real thing. You've piqued my curiosity!
ReplyDeleteRuth, They literally melt in my mouth. I eat them for as long as they're in season and my mouth has such a good time.
ReplyDeleteLisa, Get the kind pictured here. They feel soft and plump. And the taste- heavenly.