all these fruits. they are reasons enough to become slightly religious. today i stopped on the roadside and plucked figs. the trees were probably a lot older than my grandmother, they must have been through so much already, yet they still bear fruit. i never got the thing with figs. because i only knew the dried kinds we eat in sweden for christmas. fresh figs is another story. they are so sweet, so soft. and just like peaches they have this amazing skin, in swedish it would be described as ‘luden’ which is a very sweet word. ‘hairy’ just doesn’t do them justice.
and then we have the prickly pears. the fruit of the cactus. now, they demand a special technique for plucking and peeling, otherwise you end up with tons of little painful spikes in your hands, which are easy to feel but very difficult to remove. once you’ve passed that phase, the inside is very tasty though. it is also the season of the passion fruit, grapes, dates…among others.
there is plenty of wild-plucking to be done over here. trees that no one touch, where the majority of the fruit will just fall of and rot.
and again, nature is a great example of humbleness and generosity. just wanted to share that. dream sweet and goodnight.