SALAD WITH FIGS AND GOAT CHEESE

I've never been able to look at figs in quite the same innocent way since reading D. H. Lawrence's erotic description of figs - I think in either Women In Love or Sons And Lovers - many years ago. One of the stallholders at the weekly markets was selling super ripe black Genovese figs that looked really promising. I wasn't disappointed by the flavour. These were the sweetest, figgiest figs I have eaten. The tang of crumbled fresh goat curd was a perfect foil for fleshy ripeness of the figs.

SALAD WITH FIGS AND GOAT CHEESE