A few years ago, when I first moved to Mississippi, one of my office-mates brought in some succulent little creamy rose-tinted fruits. I tried one, it was soooooooooo good, that I ate another three.
Finally, I asked her what they were. She seemed surprised that I
didn't know that they were figs. I didn't even know figs grew in
these parts. But yup they do.
So, my landlords have three "bushes" (that's what they call em, but
they look like fully grown trees to me). The figs are ripening as
I type. There has already been a first picking. But, I can
meander down that way and pick me some in a few days when these ripen
the rest of the way.
Now for those of you who have never eaten a fresh fig let me tell you
that you are missing a real treat. Think of a grape and then a
raison. Ok, THAT'S the difference between a dried fig and a fresh one.
A fresh fig is soft, bursting with sweet honeyed nectar mixed with a
slight berry taste. The seeds are reddish pink and are not hard
and gritty, but are flavorful themselves . So gooooood, your
mouth will be happy you tried one.
I can hardly wait to go fig pickin'.