This fig was served in a little paper cupcake shell in a gourmet grocery store on the Maine coastline. After a three-hour drive, with two more to go, we needed a little pick me up. While the husband hit the coffee, I was about to grab a fancy chocolate bar when I noticed these syrupy ripe figs nestled on a platter amidst all the candy. They were perfect, bright green, soft and glistened far more than any old chocolate bar.
I grabbed two, remembering my husband’s fondness for figs. We sat in the store’s garden and bit into the figs, a big bite, the type we’d endow to apples. It was in that instant that we both slipped into vacation mode. We spent a full five minutes enjoying the tiny, juicy fruit and resolved to (1) eat figs every day during fig season and (2) slow down, enjoy and savor our time away. Thanks, little, sweet fig!