I picked a fig today. This perfect luscious fruit was ripe and still warm from the sun as I silently swiped it from my neighbor’s tree. And now it got squished in my bag. o_O I was so sad about this perfect piece of sweet heaven being stripped open, I just stood on the street, befuddled and speechless. As my sister looked at me with (reasonable) confusion, the situation made me laugh out loud and I thought to myself: why do ‘not’ perfect things have such a bad notion, crushing it might as well get the most out of its flavor. And so I squeezed as hard as possible…and devoured my dear little fig bit by bit while the juices were running down my arm. Try it out yourself, but be warned about all the goggling passerby’s.