homeAn American friend came over for a coffee and a chat this morning. I placed a bowl of fresh figs in front of her, she clapped her hands in glee and dug in. Then we got to munching and talking. My friend said, "You know, we didn't eat figs in the States when I was a kid." I said, "Yeah, me neither." We discovered that we had eaten Fig Newtons, but had never really seen a fig tree, a real fig, and had surely never eaten a fig until we came to France.
I decided I had better blog about French figs!
Voila un fig tree in a friend's garden.
Voila les figs that I personally plucked from said tree.
With a single and gentle tear, I opened one in half.
And ate it with great gusto! Mmm!
If you can get your hands on some real fresh figs, I highly recommend imbibing.
Until then, gros bisous des figues et a demain!
Love, Charley
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