God gifts us exactly what we need, when we need it. It’s Figs now, and yes, they are loaded with much-needed nutrients during the sweltering heat of a Southern summer. But they are also a a time, a mood, an essence. When it’s Figs here, I know it’s time to slow down. Refuel. Be.
With an unscheduled afternoon and a bowlful of figs picked while Traveling at the Speed of Bike yesterday, I puttered in the kitchen, reworking one of the chapter-ending recipes in my first book, Food for My Daughters, to feature this bounty. Here’s my post about that, if you are interested.
Traveling at the Speed of Bike 