The letter is F and F is for Fig
A recipe for enjoying this most ancient of fruits. - a gift of pleasure and necessity to humans and wildlife alike;
a main role player in the story of Adam and Eve (with what would they have covered themselves if the fig leaf had not been available? Rhubarb? I think not.) and in my memory a wonderful delicacy at Christmas time.
The purple, green and white hues,
Cato advocated the conquest of Carthage
to make them the property of Rome.
Sliced on plate, balsamic vinegar
drizzled across their mauve interiors
wrapped in prosciutto di Parma,
as a babe in its blanket,
diced and spread within the salads of the garden
on a platter with goat cheese, thin crackers,
with sweet spices, ginger, cinnamon and cloves,
the sharpness of lemon and orange,
figs and ricotta crostini,
grilled with some tenderness
sprinkled with olive oil,
vanilla pistachio fig tart,
all of this, yet I prefer to sit beneath the tree
my white handkerchief unwrapped
my harvest nestled in my lap
my mind at ease
the fig -
thankful that God did not deign this tree
the forbidden one.
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