There’s something so sensual about figs. Maybe it’s because they’re not really fruit. Well, they’re considered fruit but if you asked a biologist, they’re really the flower/s or inflorescence. It’s like a shell with all the flowers massed inside. Only it’s luscious and slightly sweet, with a wonderful perfume. I love them on their own with that mushy texture and if you were really picky, you’d only touch the glorious pink bits and leave the white pithy part and the skin, which is perfectly edible as well and not disagreeable in the slightest.

Like eating alien spore sacs.