ONLY BECAUSE I seem to be suddenly allergic, am I presenting this recipe to you.
Figs. Gorgeous figs, never nipped at the roof of my mouth before. Last night, a bit of a tingle... can allergic reaction be far behind? Well, yes/ no, but I've been neurotic for too long not to feel a bit of panic, a bit of "what if". So I do what I usually do, suppress and start walking. Through my apartment. Because nothing can happen to me as I trip a light jog. It's my life, ya know. Sometimes even magic works.
I live on the Upper Famous Side of New York. But I live for bargains. About twenty paces past my front doorman, is one of dozens of fruit and vegetable stands in my neighborhood. It's definitely like having my own green market, don't even have to cross the street. Friendly vendor, nowadays all stands seem operated by exceptionally polite young guys from the Middle East. Who needs the United Nations?
Bought a box of lovely figs, nestled in a green plastic basket. Picture perfect. You know the rest.
After the false alarm, didn't die of shock, figured it's best to sort of do a compote. This AM, cut them in half...now pay attention, this is the recipe:
Small saucepan, put figs in.
Sprinkle with brown sugar,
or honey. Or both.
Pinch of salt.
Shake some cinnamon, nutmeg.
Small slice of ginger,
couple slices of lemon.
Water to cover.
Cook, for about 20 minutes,
covered, very low heat.
Uncover, cook down to syrup.
Cool. Chill. Eat.
Vanilla ice cream, why not?
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