It felt like such a decadent breakfast for a slow, sleepy Monday morning and one that I felt I earned and deserved. I have always been a fan of fresh figs as far back as I can remember. My grandmother had fig trees in her yard and when they were in season we always reaped some of the benefits too. And though I prefer them fresh, even fig jam is a delicacy that I find perfectly acceptable. Just spoon a heaping mound onto your cheese plate with salted almonds and a glass of bubbly champagne on the side. It doesn't get much better than that.
I remember some years back when I was working in a southern French, Northern Italian inspired tapas restaurant that we served a flatbread with fresh figs and pancetta that could put me in a coma. It was so amazing that my mouth waters now just thinking about it. I don't eat ham anymore but if given the option to sink my teeth into one of those flatbread again I may have to just close my eyes and go for it. Pretend it is fakon (fake bacon). It could work. I'll just focus on the figs.
These beauties will be on my cereal tomorrow morning too. I can hardly wait!
Check out these figs on Pinterest: Figs