Queen Fig

If I were a fruit, I'd be a fig.
So round, soft and plush. Sensuous. Their color is dusky (although green figs are nice too). Purple of royalty. And so sweet, when ripe. Yet the texture intrigues; it is not cloying or simple. There are tiny seeds to crunch, mull over. The taste lingers in your throat like a good glass of wine.
The figs I bought at Golden Produce today were perfectly ripe. Each fills the palm of your hand like a purse, a gift.
And the word: fig. So short but so evocative. Eat them now while you can.