|Absolutely delicious fresh dates.|
Wishing and hoping; hoping and wishing. . . My latest make-a-wish-upon-a-new-fruit choice was with fresh dates.
As you know, I’ve been told by French friends one should (must) make a wish on each new fruit we eat for the first time in a calendar year.
|Dates, the way we normally see them (and many people eat them). Non, merci.|
I really, really, really don’t like dates. However, I really do like fresh dates. If you’re not familiar with them, they’re difficult to describe and I’m not even sure that the ones (three actually) I ate were ripe or not. They were hard, sweet, but not cloying, and didn’t have that texture I find disagreeable in the super ripe dates that I can’t bear to eat.
My wish is always the same. I spied some luscious looking fresh figs for next week.
Weather report: Extremely hot, no air movement, lots of sun, drooping flowers, potager begging for water, just a normal August day.
I hope you’re having a wonderful weekend, my darling amis.