Growing up in the Northeast, I rarely ate figs outside of their Newton homes. When I moved to San Francisco, I was overwhelmed by the blessings of its Mediterranean climate. My first apartment had not only a fig tree, but also a Meyer lemon tree and rosemary growing in such wild abundance, it was considered a weed. I don't have a fig tree in my garden now, so I eagerly await the month of August, when purple Mission figs and green Calmyra figs are widely available in farmers markets. For a simple and yet unbeatably delicious summer canapé, I combine the sweetness of perfectly ripened figs with the tangy contrast of goat cheese, accented by a sweet drizzle of honey. —Beautiful, Memorable Food
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