I know. You’re excited. You’re practically passing out from the anticipation. It’s ok. I understand. You’re like a 40 year old German woman and David Hasselhoff has just started singing to you while wearing nothing but his trademark red “Baywatch” speedo. Or, you’re like Paris Hilton and ANYONE ALIVE EVER is paying attention to you.
I won’t keep you waiting. Ok, I may want to keep you waiting, just to see if you’ll nervously pick your nails or dust your statuette of Mark Paul Gosselar. I am without a way to see this though, so I’ll just give you the recipe.
It’s fekking fig season. I LOVE FIGS. The season is extra short but full of promise. It’s sort of like a NYC third date, but with less chance of needing antibiotics.
These little bits of deliciousness will make you cry of happiness. Not as much as if your MPG statuette could turn into a real boy, but still pretty damned happy.
These are roasted figs with goat cheese and honey. Could you just die? So what if my Sunday sweet is healthy, it’s friggen good.
So easy! Halve them. scoop a little out. scoop in some goat cheese. drizzle with honey. roast for 15 minutes at 350F. Eat them.