Figs, Goat’s Cheese, and Proscuitto
I walked out of work in a foul mood this evening. And it mostly remained foul until I saw these figs. I ate at least two on the way home then drank a beer while I stuffed them with goat’s cheese and wrapped them in prosciutto. A couple of minutes in the oven and then on a plate with a little doucette lettuce. Perfect dinner for a balmy summer evening.
Okay, THOSE would improve my usual version of a foul mood too. Now what would you suggest for curbing an urge to wield a sledge-hammer on ‘annoyances’? This got me thinking that ‘food’ just might be the ‘cure’. —If I could get he figs I’d get these a shot–got the cheese and meat but no figs–hmmm…..where figs be hiding within range….
Hold tight. I’ll post you some.
These look delicious. BUT, as you are also a pedant, I feel I must note that I am fixated on the phrase “goat’s cheese”. Does it belong to the goat, or is it goats cheese or goat cheese? I probably will not be able to sleep now for thinking about it.