Here’s a tribute to an elegant fruit, from one of my daughter’s dear friends, who has now made his life in France.
When I was a kid, I hated eating fruits. Juices were sometimes okay, but eating a whole apple? Gross. It felt too strange in my mouth, both crunchy and soft, firm yet juicy. Not to mention its overpowering tangy taste… it was too confusing for a kid used to a modern diet of spaghetti and meatballs, Doritos, and the Brazilian staple of steak with arroz e feijão. Every Rosh Hashanah I was tortured to eat apples with honey for a sweet New Year. And it was not only apples that scared me but all kinds of fruits. Some were surprisingly soft and mushy inside and had all kinds of seeds and deadly pits hidden in the center. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that by the time I would grow up this would have to change. It would be too ridiculous to refuse a tangerine…
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Fiques are so rich in taste, aren’t they! But maybe it is indeed an acquired taste. 🙂
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I dig figs!
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Did you like the roasted figs and peaches at the last barbecue for Louie?
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