Late summer droops like the slopes of so many purple, green, and yellow figs. I remember reading a book in 6th grade (11 years old) about a young boy in ancient Egypt who embarked on a terrifying adventure through a Pharaoh-dictated city, trying to find and then hide (I think?) a golden vase. Besides the very heat that radiated off the pages that described day after day in the desert, the one thing that stuck bizarrely in my mind from that book was a phrase about figs and how they were the fruit of the divine – something so sweet and sumptuous they were only good enough for the gods.…
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Ricotta Tart with Figs and Rosemary Honey
Sometimes, you just want to make a pretty dessert. I mean, it’s ideal if it’s both pretty and tastes fantastic, so we’re gunning for the two, but pretty things are so lovely to place on a table for friends just for the satisfaction of watching everyone pull out their phones and happily snap away in competition for the best instagram photo. Remember when people just looked at food and then ate it without a single care to preserving the moment in filtered glory? Those were not the days, in our opinion – it’s actually quite wonderful to see so many folks with a newfound passion for photography simply because of…
