FINALLY CONJURED UP the courage to try figs again on Thassos, a northern Greek island where I was teaching poetry for the summer. I was determined to get to the bottom of a fruity mystery from long ago, when a boy had told me the “crunch” of a fig meant I was eating, the locals called them. I miss that simple sun-drenched bounty.
Figs
Aug 27, 2021
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