March 6, 2014

Ok so I just had a few California figs and uhm my mouth is salivating!

    The memories begun to flood back of summer desserts after long beach days of brandied figs served with homemade vanilla bean ice cream. You know the kind I am referring to? With real vanilla beans in it not coloring and a spec here and there. Our parents would bring it out and someone would light it on fire, everyone would cheer and clap, as if it hadn't been done for numerous nights before.


     Ah figs you devil you.


     Flash forward 20+ years to a drive along the Dalmation coast of Croatia. A quick roadside stop produced fresh figs and 30year aged Prosec, with a notion it would travel back as a gift. Needless to say the Prosec was so complimentary to those deep purple fresh seedy devilish was gone by morning.


     Now here I am in Panama eating the very same figs I was raised on, albeit dried and suffering from fig nostalgia.

August you must hurry and oh...

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