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Figs in the mist

Last week during a mid-week Trader Joe's run I saw figs. Fresh ones, two types, in their produce section. Seeing them made me remember a post-wedding brunch that some friends hosted. They'd served fresh, halved figs, accompanied by brie and honey..and I think port if you wanted that, or espresso. The delicate sweetness coupled with the cheese and honey? Amazing, a memory that even after all these years remains strong.

So I had the flashback/memory, but passed the figs by. Until Saturday morning. I was pleased to see they had plenty left, and they looked lovely.

At the same time I purchased figs, I also grabbed proscuitto. Which I then used to wrap the figs that I'd halved, then stuffed with feta...and then I broiled them.

Result? Most delicious appetizer, enjoyed on patio, accompanied by a cranberry pomegranate martini while a soft rain fell.

The smell of the rain and the wet earth, combined with the earthy delicate sweetness of the figs/feta/proscuitto? A.mazing.

And since it was just one of those days for me, one in which I was food obsessed, I made calamari steaks, lemon basil couscous and baby peas for dinner. Which we accompanied with a Kenwood Chardonnay.

Suffice to say, Saturday became all about food and relaxing and just enjoying the evening to its fullest.

Sunday, well, it was fine. We went out for a nice breakfast, then spent the rest of the day preparing for this week.

Based on what I've experienced of this week so far? Preparing for it was a very good plan, indeed.

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