Figue (fig)

Last Saturday our new friend Sandrine invited us for a BBQ. We offered to bring dessert (I figured that would give me an excuse to go to the bakery). The evening was delightful. Our new friends are a Danish/French couple with two children. They also invited another American family and a German family. It was an international event. The kids ran wild in the backyard, playing soccer, swinging and coloring. After dinner we opened two delicious boxes from the bakery. Sandrine cut up fresh figues (figs) picked just that day from their fig tree. It was the first taste of this delicacy that my kids have had. Not an instant favorite, but a new delight to try again.

Sandrine has a very funny story about their figs. She and her husband moved to this area just a few weeks before us. Her boys were thrilled about the figs and decided to have a "fig sale". They picked a basket and set up shop in front of their house. Neighbors were willing and stopped to purchase a fig or two. Shortly after the local gendarme (police man) came and told them they had to stop. In France you must have a license to sell. Sandrine said, "they are just a couple of boys selling figs!" But alas the sale ended. Luckily the tree didn't stop producing figs so we could enjoy the fruit.