Not every baking story I have to tell is a wild success, especially when I’m desperately trying to recreate an incredible dish. I had hoped. I understood all the elements, but something was missing from the baked figs I made (and it wasn’t the ice cream — I added that after taking this photograph). Maybe it was time or distance or the ambiance of the Edinburgh restaurant I first had this dish in. Maybe it was because the first time I ate it without the distraction of company: just me and a spoon and a heavenly dessert before me. I’ll never really know.
But I will try again. Because my world needs nights with baked figs surrounded by pieces of amaretto cookies topped with vanilla ice cream, nights where I slow down and savor every glorious moment: the smell of the cookies, the taste of the figs, the heat in my mouth, the warmth in the air, the light draping itself across the table…
8 thoughts on “Baked Figs”
I STILL need to try figs. But I’m determined that I will :)
it is hard to recreate a recipe from your heart. i think part of the eating experience is environment and something uncontainable. the figs look great, though.
An A for effort! I love figs, but have yet to figure how else to prepare them (outside of wrapping prosciutto) …
I’ve never had baked figs! In Italy we have a similar recipe but I think it’s with dried and not baked figs. I’ll check…
i’m not a huge fig fan.. but you make them look good!
I haven’t cooked with figs yet, let me know if you end up finding a recipe. I’d like to try it
Let’s have baked figs for our birthdays!
It doesn’t look that bad to me and I can immagine that a little ice cream will definately suits it!!!