Fig tart with honey vanilla cream

Fig, this sticky, sweet, oddly looking, mythical fruit. Some suggest it’s even the “forbidden fruit” that caused Adam and Eve to be banished from the Garden of Eden. If that is the case, I can totally understand why they couldn’t resist them. Imagine this: it’s a nice sunny day, you are sitting under a fig tree, hidden in its shadow, a light breeze in the air is playing with the leaves and every once in a while there is a ray of sun gently passing your face.  When you look up, the branches are full of ripe figs, so full that are almost bursting open. You pick one and smell the sweetness in it before you even open it (except if you take one that is too ripe, than you smell fermentation). And then you eat it and it’s so good that you want more and before you know it, you ate so many that your belly hurts and you get stomach cramps, but it doesn’t matter, because it was worth it. Continue reading “Fig tart with honey vanilla cream”