I want figs
This is probably a really odd choice for my first public post in ages, but:
I am craving fresh figs so badly I can smell them, despite the fact that all this office smells like is dust. I keep on half expecting/hoping to find a basket of fresh-picked figs in the drawer when I open it looking for a pencil.
I want them so badly that it seems entirely reasonable to drop everything and move just so I can have a fig tree. Many people have never had fresh figs and think that they're something like the dried ones, which is completely wrong. Fresh figs taste like honey and green and earth fused together. The ones I remember being my favorite are green and purple on the outside... mostly purple, but with a soft green starbursting around the stem and peeking out underneath the purple veins. Red/pink on the inside. Easily the most delicious thing I've ever tasted.
And that's really all I have to say. It's possible this is part of a more general fruit craving, since every time I think of a different fruit I think, I want that too! (apricots! strawberries! cherries! grapefruit! plums! anjou pears! raspberries! peaches! nectarines! not apples, though)
When I was in Russia, my favorite thing to do for lunch or breakfast was to buy a bag full of apricots and plums and go down to the junkyardish, broken-glass-covered "beach" and eat them by the shore. Or sit on the 17th floor balcony, spitting the pits into the bushes down below. I have an image of myself doing that in twilight, watching the lit up buildings reflect on the water, even though I know it never could have happened because twilight was never earlier than midnight or so, and I could never save anything for that long after the fruit stand closed. Memory's funny like that.
I am craving fresh figs so badly I can smell them, despite the fact that all this office smells like is dust. I keep on half expecting/hoping to find a basket of fresh-picked figs in the drawer when I open it looking for a pencil.
I want them so badly that it seems entirely reasonable to drop everything and move just so I can have a fig tree. Many people have never had fresh figs and think that they're something like the dried ones, which is completely wrong. Fresh figs taste like honey and green and earth fused together. The ones I remember being my favorite are green and purple on the outside... mostly purple, but with a soft green starbursting around the stem and peeking out underneath the purple veins. Red/pink on the inside. Easily the most delicious thing I've ever tasted.
And that's really all I have to say. It's possible this is part of a more general fruit craving, since every time I think of a different fruit I think, I want that too! (apricots! strawberries! cherries! grapefruit! plums! anjou pears! raspberries! peaches! nectarines! not apples, though)
When I was in Russia, my favorite thing to do for lunch or breakfast was to buy a bag full of apricots and plums and go down to the junkyardish, broken-glass-covered "beach" and eat them by the shore. Or sit on the 17th floor balcony, spitting the pits into the bushes down below. I have an image of myself doing that in twilight, watching the lit up buildings reflect on the water, even though I know it never could have happened because twilight was never earlier than midnight or so, and I could never save anything for that long after the fruit stand closed. Memory's funny like that.