Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Figs!

I admit it. I forgot about figs until I crossed paths with a towering display this afternoon at Pete's. Yes, Pinch went back to Pilsen for more glorious produce and fresh corn tortillas. We had a tough time keeping our Northsidedness on the downlow while rolling through the Southside because my oldest was sporting her Cubs jersey. A man pointed to her as if she were a white buffalo. "Look at that honey," he said to his wife, "there ARE Cubs fans." I didn't ask the Sox fan where in the market I might find a broom since we plan on sweeping his White Sox again this weekend.

Back to the figs...

I love figs. They are perfectly sweet. I've been enjoying (read: pigging out on) summer berries and stone fruits and needed an intermezzo. Figs are just the thing. I love them plain and whole. I'm thinking a lovely breakfast would be a scoop of Greek yogurt topped with quartered figs and drizzled with my Savannah Bee honey.

If serving figs formally I would present them as an hors d'oevre, quartered alongside a goat cheese or halved to accompany a selection of cheeses. Or, as a dessert atop a Chèvre tart or with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and a drizzle of Armangac reduction, or accompanying a luscious Zabaglione. I'd consider them in a salad, in place of pear or pomegranate seeds, but I prefer to make them more of a star.

How do you take your figs?

2 comments:

Beth said...

I love figs too, and I love that they make me think of Grandpa Joe and his fig tree that he uprooted and took with him whenever he moved. Or so the story goes. Do you remember those huge figs we bought for a snack in Japan? I think they came 2 to a package and were as big as apples? Or did I dream that? In any case, one day last summer, I wound up with a few slightly overripe figs that I didn't want to eat out of hand. I think I must have searched the Web for what to do with them, and found this Mark Bittman preparation:
http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=9A01E4DA1130F930A1575AC0A96E958260
I seem to remember we also lucked into a really great piece of fish, but the fig relish was scrumptious beyond my wildest hopes. That'll be on the menu this week if my fruit man has the figs. Thanks for reminding me!

Katie Fairbank said...

The Figs Of My Imagination! I had forgotten about those too. What is it about the fig that is forgettable? Nothing...during fig season!