lately, figs have literally been falling at my feet (see HERE and HERE). i also grew up in the central valley where fig orchards were prominent, our closest shopping center was called “fig garden”, and in high school our “gathering” place for weekend nights was a giant fig orchard which was simply known as “the figs.” so you can see why i was feeling compelled to make a few figs here in france. i had never made one before and they kept trying to turn into pears (as i have made 100’s of pears in the past and muscle memory is really “something”) but i think a few of them turned out ok.