The Fig– A Good Fruit with a Bad Name

I love figs. They’re on the short list of my favorite things, so I have always had difficulty with the phrase “I couldn’t give a fig.” The meaning of the phrase, of course, is that to give a fig is to care little. To not give a fig means to care even less. Of course, the true purpose of the word “fig” in that phrase is commonly thought to be as a replacement for another, unprintable-on-this-website “f” word. And that depresses me. It’s giving the fig a bad name.

According to The Phrase Finder and numerous other sources, the saying is based upon the Spanish “dar un fico” (substitute the “o” in fico with an “a” and any Spanish speaker will know the not-so-subtle change in meaning), which gave its name to the traditionally obscene gesture of placing one’s thumb between one’s first and second fingers– roughly the equivalent of giving someone the finger– the third finger– but en español.

And the list goes on. There are several more unpleasant fig-related associations. Here are but a few:

The word “sycophant” (from the word sykon) is derived from a Greek term roughly meaning “to show the fig”. According to one interesting source, when valuable, sacred figs were stolen, a man sucking up to authority discovered the theft and revealed the figs and accused the robbers on the spot.

If one writes the word in all capital letters– FIG– one could be accused of referring to the Libyan terrorist group that once attempted to assassinate Mohammar Qaddafi. The attempt was made, I believe, in exasperation over their repeated attempts to force the press into settling on one official spelling of his name.

Cleopatra took her own life with the bite of a snake hidden in a basket of figs.

And then, of course, there is the penchant of likening the fig to a certain part of the female anatomy, which may or may not be a bad thing, depending on your point of view. Fortunately, the reputed First Woman found that a large leaf from the fig tree would do nicely in concealing hers.

A Little Bit of History.

The fig is ancient. Remnants of the fruit have been found in excavations dating from 5,000 B.C.E. in Western Asia Minor. The tree and it’s fruits quickly spread around the Mediterranean.

Demeter gave them to Dionysus. Plato mentioned that Greek athletes were fed on a diet of them to increase their strength and speed. Temporarily. Figs contain a high concentration of sugar (up to 50%). Think of them as ancient Power Bars. Jesus, in a fit of ungodly pique (Matthew 21:18), cursed a fig tree for not producing any fruit for Him as He passed by, thus killing the tree and ensuring there would be no second chances for it. Unless, that is, He chose, in His infinite goodness, to resurrect it at a later time.

The leaves of the tree have been used to provide shade, wrap food, and hide the naughty parts of statues. The tree itself was an easy source of quick-lighting firewood.

The fig is one of only five fruits mentioned in the Quraan along with olives, grapes, pomegranates, and dates. That’s some good company.

Eat Them While You Still Can

Unpleasant associations aside, figs are inherently good on the inside. They are high in fiber, yet according to the ancient Egyptians, have a mild laxative quality to them.

They are rich in calcium, iron, phosphorus, and potassium. Less so in Vitamin C and B vitamins, but they are sourced there, too.

Figs are excellent dried, stewed, or eaten raw. They add a subtle depth to sweet dishes, and sweetness to savory ones.

How anyone could see their way to giving this simple fruit, one which exudes such sweetness, sexual suggestion, and history with every mouthful, is beyond me. And frankly, I simply couldn’t give a fig about this poor fruit’s detractors.

I shall think no more about it. Instead, I plan to continue making myself sick on them until the season is over.

Fig Salad

I like this preparation because it basic– if not as old as the hills, it is possibly older than the Bible. All the ingredients have been in common use in and around the Mediterranean for more than 7,000 years. That’s about 1,000 older than the earth itself, according to Young Earth creationists.

I am not giving specific amounts for any of the ingredients because that would complicate such a perfectly simple dish. The amount of each ingredient is entirely up to your preference.

Ingredients:

Ripe figs, well washed, to reduce the risk of poisoning from scheming Roman matrons.

Any soft, faintly salty sheep or goat milk cheese at room temperature. Goat cheese will add a wonderful tang to the dish, while sheep’s milk lends a certain umami to the overall outcome. I do not recommend cow’s milk cheese– it’s just doesn’t seem as biblical.

Olive oil. Extra virgin.

Honey. I prefer mine slightly warmed. Looking at this last sentence, I realize that replacing the period with a comma produces an entirely different meaning altogether.

Chopped pistachios. Or almonds. Your choice.

Procedure:

Wash the figs well, dry and bisect. Place them on a serving dish with the cheese which you have broken into reasonably attractive chunks. Drizzle figs and cheese with olive oil and honey. Sprinkle dish with chopped nuts to garnish. Eat.

Serves as few or as many as you wish.

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6 Responses to The Fig– A Good Fruit with a Bad Name

  1. missginsu says:

    Mmm. Sounds like dessert to me.

    Good luck finding that extra virgin.

    I find they’re nice wrapped in prosciutto or serrano and baked for about 15 minutes (the figs, not the virgins).

  2. Katrina says:

    Yum… I agree, figs are delightful!

  3. Nicky D. says:

    Jesus killed a tree???
    Does Kathy Griffin know about this?
    Does God?
    Only he can make them, you know.

  4. Oh dear this sounds so delicious.

    Now I must wander the neighborhood stealing figs, since this is the one tree I don’t have growing at my house.

  5. michaelprocopio says:

    Miss Ginsu– I think applying the term “extra virgin” to a human (if that is what ws implied) is a little troublesome. It’s as though being a virgin just isn’t enough anymore. Or were you talking about finding more than one around here?

    Figs with anything porky and salty is a good idea.

    Katrina– How could figs not be delightful? COme to think of it, there are a number of ways, all of which are unprintable.

    Nicky– Yes, love. According to the bible, Jesus killed an innocent tree.

    As for Miss Griffin being aware of this, you are more likely to run into her than I am, given that you run around in theatre circles and have far more Facebook friends than I.

    Jenn– I highly recommend stealing figs– ill-gotten goods often taste sweeter than those that are merely handed to you. I do not, however, recommend getting caught.

  6. Sean says:

    I can, and have, made myself sick eating plain old raw figs, out of hand. And they are the harbinger of my favorite fruit season: First the figs, then the pears, then persimmons and pomegranates, and apples throughout. Yum.

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