So maybe the title sounds a bit like a kid’s story book (“My First Tooth”? I never read those…) but you could have given me a quarter and I couldn’t have been any more excited than I already was.
Figs are in season now! Not here, I know, but in California and in Greece. So much for my locavore cred. It’s actually my dream to eat a fig fresh off a tree in Greece. California I don’t care so much about because it’s about a quarter as romantic a notion. Not that I would turn down a trip to California. What am I, well-insulated? Nope. Montreal’s cold! By the time the figs get here from foreign lands they’re good, but my tongue knows from how good they are now that they could be that much better. It anticipates the sweetness tinged with the tiniest bit of acidity that brings out the flavour that’s missing.
So I went to my fruit guy, Leopoldo, in Jean-Talon Market. He still doesn’t know he’s a my fruit guy. Sometimes I speak French with him, and sometimes I speak English with him, and I haven’t gotten up the guts to speak Italian with him because me and him and romantic notions like speaking Italian don’t jive. Just imagine us jiving…Ridiculous.
He had boxes of fresh figs from both California (green and black kinds) and Greece (just black). The Greek ones were larger, plumper, and looked juicier. The Californians were slightly cheaper and smaller. So I bought a basket of green Californians, a basket of black Californians, and a box of Greeks. Into my Granny cart the box went, and the delicate baskets over my shoulder. Of course, there was no way I was waiting the 50 minute commute home to sample the figs…they are sprayed because they’re imported, I think, so I did find some clean running water first.
Leopoldo said his favourites were the Greeks, but this is the first time we disagree. The Greeks were the most beautiful inside, and the juiciest, but the flavour was lacking. Looks were deceiving because the greens were actually the most delicious, though the skin was thicker and thus the texture not as nice. It wasn’t like these were going to go to waste, but my plan was to take the ones I liked the least and make jam out of them. So the Greeks got jammed…after I ate a few more, just to make sure I was right.
Ingredients:
2 lbs fresh figs (you really have to buy a lot so you don’t feel bad about cooking them. Just think of the fig jam you’ll get to eat in the middle of winter when there are no fresh ones to be found. It’s not about denying yourself now, it’s about treating yourself later)
1 1/3 cup cane sugar
zest and juice of 1 small lemon
Remove the tips of the figs if there are any. Some of the Greek ones didn’t have any, so that was easy.
In a large saucepan combine the figs with the sugar, lemon juice and zest. Bring to a simmer over medium-low heat, stirring often. This takes awhile.
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