After reading my post about a French Weekend, where I gorged quite bit on fresh figs, someone here in Paris was kind enough to gift me a big bag of these squooshy green beauties that she scored from a weekend in the French countryside.
During the season, people with fruit trees always seem to be looking for people willing to take some of the fruit off their hands. And I always think it’s funny when people say they have “too much fruit” because, as a city boy who loves fruit but who has never had a fruit tree, I can’t imagine having too much fruit. C’est pas possible!
Here in Paris, fresh figs from the south of France – and elsewhere – are showing up at the markets as well. But I have to keep reminding myself that fresh figs can be hard to come by for some, and I count myself amongst the lucky because when I lived in California, I found myself in fresh fig heaven. At Chez Panisse, where I worked, a waitress who lived up in Sonoma had a neighbor named Lucille who sold us some of her excess figs, and the red-fleshed figs that grew on her tree were the best I’ve ever had. So much so, that we referred to them officially as “Lucille’s figs”.
There are plenty of other great figs out there, from giant Turkey figs to syrupy-rich Black Mission figs. And there are blonde-fleshed Kadota figs, which I nicknamed “Carol Kadota’s”, after the famed San Francisco stripper, Carol Doda, who was lowered to the performance floor atop a piano powered by hydraulics.
(Which once crushed a patron to death when it pinned him and his girlfriend – who worked at a club nearby – against the ceiling. Somehow, someone was thought to have pressed the wrong button while they were doing whatever it is that they were doing up there, and the mechanics malfunctioned. The woman managed to survive this “only in San Francisco” story.)
Juicy ripe figs will crush easily — and safely, with just a bit of cooking. Not all the figs in my gift bag were squishy-ripe, so I pulled out the ones that were and promptly ate them. Then I diced the rest to use for a chutney, which is often called “pickle”, depending on where you live.
I had some kiwi vinegar that I picked up at a marché de producteurs in Paris, which I was wondering what I was going to do with when I got it home. But I just had to buy it because I thought the idea was funny. But it’s quite good and similar to apple cider vinegar, but with a bit more pizzazz. And to continue on a food-hoarding theme, I used coconut sugar that I found at VT Cash & Carry, an enormous shop that I love to poke around in, which specializes in Sri Lankan and Indian ingredients. It has a much richer taste than regular brown sugar and I like it so much that sometimes I’ll just lop off a chunk and eat it straight. Yes, really.
So I finished up with two nice jars of fig chutney, which I plan to serve with roast pork or as a condiment alongside another roasted meat dish. Or perhaps with cheese. Some folks pile chutney atop cream cheese, or mix them together, and enjoy it as an appetizer spread. But be cautious if you put anything directly on top of it, because I’d hate to hear about anything else getting crushed by accident.
Related Recipes and Links
Ketchup Chutney (Steamy Kitchen)
Mango Chutney (Simply Recipes)
Dried Fig Chutney (Melecotte)
Cranberry Chutney with Rosemary and Figs (Food 52)