Today I bought a package of Mission figs. I didn't even know if I liked figs, I just knew that my sweet tooth needed to be fed and it was a healthy choice.
That's the thing about eating healthier, every purchase must be well planned out. When you look at them though, they're not very appealing. That's another thing about healthy things... they are not always eye-pleasing.
Turns out, I like figs. When I looked at the plump brown seed shaped fruit, I was hesitant to take that first bite. What if I found out I was allergic and had to be rushed to Urgent Care? What if they made me sick to my stomach or caused hallucinations? ( this is the way I freak out in my head ). After I finished "rationalizing" in my head, I held my breath and sank my teeth in.
"Oh my gosh! Fig Newtons!" The memory came hard and fast. Me, six years old, sitting in the kitchen of a farm house that had been in the family for generations. Grandma pouring me a glass of milk and scooting the crinkling yellow package over to me and my brother. It was a time long before any other varieties of the Newton cookie was available; no apple, no raspberry, no strawberry, no fat free.. just the plain old fig kind. Ah, how I adored Fig Newtons! It was the "fig" part I liked the best, sweet and just the tiny bit crunchy. I recalled trying to get all the cookie part off just so I could have that fig filling.
I'm not allergic, obviously. Figs are awesome!
