Figs are my current obsession. They make me happy when I gaze at them. Their sensuously rich, honey-like taste – which always makes me think of a hot summer day under the Mediterranean sun, pairs well with many flavors as well as on their own. I suspected a few people didn’t know what a fresh fig tastes like, and after my last fig post my suspicions were confirmed. How can something so seductively flavorful, something as old as the Bible, still be so unknown to so many?
I recently hosted a party for my Mom and her sisters for their annual silliness fest, where they eat and laugh until they can’t do it anymore. The day of the party just happened to be my Aunt Sharon’s birthday. So with my abundance of fresh figs generously donated by the California Fig Industry from the Figology Fest LA event, I thought what better way to celebrate than with a fresh fig tart.
When the gals all arrived I mentioned that I had a special fig dessert for them, the conversation stopped, until my dear Mom got it started again with a silly Ole and Lena joke. It turned out the joke was on me when I found out they thought they hated figs.