I am always shocked to hear that people don't like figs. My friend, Christina, was in town last weekend with her sweet 11 year old daughter, Gina. I had expected Gina would be a kindred foodie given her vegetarianism. Yes, she has been a vegetarian since she was 9 years old! Pretty cool if you ask me.
Anyway, I was showing them the bounty of foods I had bought in their honor and was about to pull out a big bowl of figs when I exclaimed, fully expecting a resounding cry of agreement, "Gina, do you like figs?!!!!!" She was trying to hide her disappointment in having to disappoint me. It was a 1/2 second round robin of guilt, as I put the figs on the counter.
Then she saw them and said "Those are figs?" These were fresh green figs. She had only had the deep purple mission figs. I suggested she might want to try the teensiest bit of the green fig. I had just made her a piece of toast with goat cheese on it. I asked if I could put the tiniest smidgen of green fig on her goat cheese lathered toast and she said, courageously and with a twinkle in her eye "YES!"
Well, folks, she LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVED it! Who knew that the two figs would taste so differently to her young, acutely-tuned palate. The next day we actually all three did a taste test. Gina still hated the missions. Christina and I took our time mulling over the delicate differences between the two. Missions are definitely more woodsy to me. I love them both, but I think if I had to be caught on a desert island with only one I would choose the green figs.
After they left I was missing them a little so I made a little snack for myself with both kinds of figs. I swear I can't not be happy when I'm eating figs.
The memory of Gina really made me smile too. I love kids who are open to tasting anything. It's so brave, and their taste buds really are so very sensitive. I especially love kids who are open to having their minds. What a delightful young lady we have on this planet. And, now the sweet green figs of this planet are lucky to have her love.