The week the figs come in
For a week in August, the whole kitchen is about one fruit.
August 2026 · 5 min read
It happens all at once. One morning the gardener comes in with a basket and says nothing, and we know. For the next week the figs are in everything.
“You cannot hurry a fig. You can only be there when it is ready.”
At breakfast they are torn open over yoghurt. At dinner they are roasted with thyme and served beside the lamb. At the bar, someone always makes a fig leaf syrup that is gone by Thursday.
