I thought I was doing something special last night when I picked up a carton of black mission figs. I was like, hmmm, I’ll try these & see what they’re about.

I was really excited to try them after seeing some really delicious looking photos on Flickr.

So I made it home today & immediately sliced one of my deliciously ripe figs. The colors were rich, the smell was honey sweet, & the first bite sent me back in time.

Back in time? Yes, back in time! As I savored each bite, I remembered eating these as a kid in Alabama. Then I remembered how my mom used to talk about how much she hated figs.

I had all these rememories while chowing down on like 6 figs. Then I thought about how my grandmother LOVED fig bars.

So funny how food can trigger memories good, bad or indifferent.

While preparing this post, I called my mom & told her about my little flashback & she was like hell no. No figs!

Needless to say, I’m all about figs now & they did taste as good as they look. Yum!!!

BTW, check out a few more shots of my figs here. Sure to get you hungry!