Whether fresh or dried, figs say September to me. I was given a present at dinner the other evening – small dried white figs from Croatian fig trees. They are splendiferous. You get that leathery tug as you bite through the skin and then you’re hit with a fruity, moist and oh so figgy inside. Bay leaves are a tradition and included for the aroma. I have to say – it works as that herbal floral scent infusion pops that earthy fig flavor.
And for extra fun we had a plate of sweet cherry tomatoes, bocconcini and fresh figs drizzled with the smooth version of Chilean olive oil, herbaceous with a zing.