Our fig tree has produced some lush, brown figs this year. I went without much hope yesterday to see if there were any left; it is a bit late in the season now. There were many small figs, hard and green, stiffly sticking to the branches. Definitely not for eating. But hidden under the fading leaves there were a few, heavy hanging fruits. Skins bronzing into a purple tinge, and slightly soft to squeeze. I found five, and brought them inside, where sliced open they revealed their sweet rosy velvet secrets.
Delicious with bread and cheese for lunch!