This afternoon, Liam decided to try out a new recipe: fig tart with crushed almonds. Yum. As he ground the almonds, Liam asked me if I’d like a cuppa. I replied ‘I’d rather talk to the almond than the almond grinder.’ How we laughed.
What do you do with figs?
You can read more on Liam’s developing culinary skills on:
Perking the Pansies 
Cut open the tops and put some soft feta cheese inside. Drizzle with olive oil and roast until cheese is melted.
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Delish! We’ll give it a try.
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Oh wow!
I guess that would work with tulum. And it’s Wednesday market tomorrow….
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you’re being lewd . . I think. Otherwise I gobble them down ‘crudo’ ;-D
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Aromatic fig and chicken curry, my own recipe (which I could give you but then I’d have to kill you).
We adore it: Pedro, our esteemed neighbour, chucks at the mere mention of it.
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Interesting Italian fact: In Italy, the female sexual organ is often referred to as the fig (“la figa”) … I guess there is sort of a resemblance …
I personally, am not really into either one! ;.)
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I guess it’s the sweet and juicy analogy. Not for me either though. of course, I adore the fairer sex!
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Hmm Jack. Don´t get that one, and want to laugh too so could you explain?
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Now Mo. Behave 😉
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Read it again but can´t “fig” ure it out, honest!
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I “fig” ured it out by getting a visual. Never a dull moment over there. Were you born with an etymological and metaphorical IV drip attached? Fabulous.
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soak dried figs in red wine and brown sugar for an hour until they plump up, stick a walnut on top then in the oven for about 20 mins until hot and the wine and sugar have gone thick. dollop of cream, taste like mini xmas puds.
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Sounds fantastic!
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