These Are a Few of My Favorite Things:
Figs
September 10, 2019

Maybe I love these figs so much because I picked them myself. Off a tree. They were so plump, so sensual. Inverted flowers. Just like a woman.

But it’s not just these figs I love. They’re one of my favorite things to bite, not that I go around keeping track of that sort of thing. But a bite into a fig is fascinating if you pay attention to it carefully–like most things I suppose. It’s the texture.

They’re definitely the world’s sexiest fruit. Must be the lonely female wasp who sacrifices her life within them. Remember the wasp thing? I think I wrote about this before.

Figs, you’re the coolest. I have a fruit crush on you. Or an inverted flower crush on you.
