I grew up walking in my grandparents garden and picking figs off their tree. You never realize how memorable things are until they are no longer available. After they past family members replanted the trees but the figs were never the same. Now when I see a fig it reminds me of my grandparents. It makes me smile. I remember my grandfather dropping off a plate of them to my mom. We just got used to it. Now I would love a fresh plate every weekend.
I was cooking blue apron meals and in a box came a dried Turkish fig.
It’s not as sweet as regular figs. But brought back a ton of memories just from seeing this. I smiled and brought one to my mom. Look a dried fig.
It’s funny how something so simple can bring back a flood of memories.
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