all my life i've been afraid of the fig.
the truth: i don't think i'd ever seen one in real life.
"but didn't you eat fig newton's when you were a kid?"
never.
fig newtons were the worse after school snack offering they could have. that and juicy juice. i wouldn't touch either then and haven't had either since.
the smell of those little newtons was so repulsive and the congealed jam, ugh.
don't ruin my peanut butter sandwich with jelly. don't give me a loathsome newton for snack. i'll go hungry thank you.
well, i've become a bold little foodie in my old age and, after seeing how beautiful this fruit looked on so many food blogs, i sought them out. i absolutely love fruit. so how bad could the real thing possibly be?
to start, i didn't even know how to eat the thing. i looked it up.
the first bite was divine. a flavor that blended strawberries and peaches. a smooth texture.
how have i lived my life without you?
and how can i ever go on without you?
it seems i caught on to this delight at the end of it's life in the little rhody grocers. do i have to wait another year for just one more bite? i crave the flavor of a plump fig just about every time i have any craving at all.
i miss you so and i will never overlook you again.
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