Not "Figgy Pudding" - but delicious in September

I grew up knowing figs only in their dried form, as a Christmas treat. I liked them.




All well and good until much later in life I discovered fresh figs



I bought some last Thursday knowing that they would not stay good for ever, and knowing that I could eat a pound or more without thinking.

I curbed my appetite, but by this morning the figs were beginning to show signs of  skin mould.  I washed them under running water, removed the stalks, and stewed them gently.  If I'd had an orange in the house I would have added a bit of orange juice and zest to make a real fig compote.

As it was I had the stewed figs with some roasted slices of pork belly for lunch.


So good!




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