It wasn't until I was in my 20s that I started to appreciate figs. I'd been brought up on the dried variety, which were more like shoe leather than luscious fruit.
Now I am addicted to fresh figs and, thankfully, this year our two young trees have flourished.
Figs are a special treat. I love them as a snack. They also enhance goat's cheese, blue cheese, mozzarella drizzled with pomegranate glaze, thinly sliced duck breast and prosciutto. Add them to Mediterranean-influenced chicken casseroles, drizzle with hollandaise and serve with fish or briefly roast with ham or pork - the versatility of figs is limited only by your imagination.
There are hundreds of varieties of figs, all having in common a soft flesh and a centre of tiny edible seeds. They range in colour from purple-black to almost white and in shape from round to oval. They're extremely perishable and should be used soon after picking.
Feijoas are another one of my faves. However, this year - unlike our figs - our three feijoa trees have packed a sad. Just eight decent-sized feijoas.