Fig Mania

Fig Salad

It's hot. It's hot, and I have to work. Actually, it's hot, I have to work and my vacations in the beach seem like ages away (when there's just a couple of weeks to go). You probably guessed it by now: I'm grumpy. I'm also tired which helps my bad mood. Time seems to vanish these days! Before I can get to half of my daily things-to-do list, the evening arrives and my body refuses to keep going. My kitchen has been more or less idle with little time and energy after long days at work. Soups, sandwiches, salads, savoury muffins and tons of summer fruits did the trick for us. It is said that human beings could live on figs alone — such is the goodness and nutrition in this fruit. I could definitely corroborate that myself! When my mom-in-law brought me a bunch of figs - first ones of the year - I knew exactly what to do with them: a salad, no more.

Fig Salad

Fig and Rocket Salad

Serves 2

2-3 handful rocket
4 ripe figs, halved
3 Tbsp golden raisins
1 cottage cheese, crumbled
2 Tbsp honey
salt and black pepper
4 slices brioche (or bread)

Put the rocket in a mixing bowl, and drizzle with the honey. Half the figs, and place them in the bowl. Add golden raisins, and cottage cheese. Season with salt and black pepper, to taste. Toss together.

Pop the sliced brioche in the toaster, and serve warm with the salad.

Dressing

3 Tbsp olive oil
1 Tbsp balsamic vinegar

Beat olive oil and balsamic vinegar, until thick. Pour over the salad. Serve immediately.

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