Slow food lunch: Open-faced Goat Cheese and Fig Sandwich with Apples and Honey

It is entirely fair to say that as a grower of fruit at home, my ambition and enthusiasm exceed my talent and success. So when I happened to look out the window just before lunchtime and saw that my fig tree, which is three feet tall and not impressive, had some fat, ripe fruit on offer, I had no qualms about seizing the opportunity. (Plus, I don’t think the other residents of my home care for figs).

I harvested four figs; the first edible treats of fall.

My favorite way to enjoy figs is as follows:

Open-faced Goat Cheese and Fig Sandwich with Apples and Honey

  • 1 oz. (30 g) crusty french bread
  • 1-2 tablespoons of goat cheese
  • 4 ripe figs, or as many as you can obtain
  • 1 small Fuji apple
  • drizzle of honey
  • freshly ground black pepper

Sprinkle the crumbled goat cheese on the bread and put it in the oven to toast. Wash and slice the apple and figs. When the bread is golden and the cheese is soft, remove the cheese toast from the oven, top with figs and apple slices. Drizzle with honey and a pinch of freshly ground black pepper. Slow down and savor.

a really, really good lunch

(I didn’t mean to make the sandwich look like a face. Now it’s bothering me.)

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My own pawpaw patch

Margaret Roach’s excellent blog, A Way to Garden, recently published this interview with Lee Reich about growing two native fruit trees, the pawpaw (Asimina triloba), and the persimmon (Diospyros virginiana).

Someone, somewhere in my distant past grew a persimmon tree. I remember playing with overripe fruit as a child, squishing it in my fingers and throwing it around where it grew–I seem to remember it growing near a creek, maybe–and sucking the sticky juice off my fingers.  I’ve never grown a pawpaw, but if, as Reich suggests, it tastes like creme brulee then I can’t see how I can do without one too much longer. Especially if, unlike many other fruits, these plants don’t require much maintenance.

I’m posting this virtual sticky note to myself to remember these when I am installing that orchard I’m dreaming of.