2012 seems to be the Year of the Fig here in Palm Springs. Our ficus carica, can you say common fig tree, is bursting with the fruits of her branches.

Ours are green figs, not the dark swarthy, mission figs, brought to San Diego, California in 1768 by Francisican missionaries and made popular by Alice Waters when she took to stuffing them with goats cheese, poaching them in port or daringly slicing them raw and then topping a melange of field greens with them drizzled with a balsamic viniagrette.



Our figs are summer chartreuse on the outside and creamy white laced with golden cognac on the inside.
I believe there will be that most Narnian of sweets in our near future: fig,rosewater-walnut Turkish Delight.



















