A small, pear-shaped delicacy, its skin ranges from a soft white to a purpley black, its flesh from a yellowish pink to a vibrant pinkish red. A knife slices through the fruit like soft butter. The tiny, edible seeds seem unending, weaving layer upon layer of texture and flavor within the succulent fig.
All ridges work inward to a core, painting a relief portrait of the soft world of the inner thighs.
When you eat a fig, you are tasting history, Cleopatra, Dionysian orgies, the Roman Saturnalia. And when its juice runs over your tongue, you are drinking pure, unadulterated sensuality. Warm the honey. Place the figs on serving plates, drizzle with enough honey to lightly coat figs and top with pecans. Use only with experienced lovers.