Himself brought home figs from the market yesterday and declared “they’re bloody in season so I says bloody heck I’m gonna buy some”.
The French have this thing they call “manger de saison“. It means only eating fruit and veg that is in season. It’s not very revolutionary and up until globalisation everybody had to do it. But what is interesting is that the French, stubborn and headstrong as they are the wee devils, insist on continuing the tradition. And it’s not even a hipster thing.
So why the culinary grit? Apart from their adorable stubborn streak they reckon it tastes better, is more aligned with your nutritional needs, is less processed, costs less, has less carbon footprint and so on. And after much navel gazing and not much scientific proof I reckon they’re right.
Having said that I can’t keep track of it because there are so many fruit and vegetables and I am admittedly a bit monomaniac when it comes to spuds. But French kids learn it as they grow up and it becomes a part of their DNA. Pardon the pun.
As an Irish girlie growing up in the eighties my main memory of figs growing up were fig rolls. I used to love discovering them in my lunchbox at school. Imagine my surprise when I saw what a real fig looks like. Sorry Mum maybe you gave me real figs and I don’t remember. Although I suspect you don’t give a fig. Giggle.
So here’s the deal if you want to eat fruit like a Frenchie!