Fig in syrup

The scent of a fig tree is, I think, my favourite smell - as well as fresh marjoram, that is. It conjures images of Greece: the distant tinkle of goat bells and blinding sunlit white walls in steep villages. The fig fruit itself is not just delicious but furtive, succulent and raunchy. I’m surprised it was not the fig that Eve was blamed for, for twisting it from its milky stalk. These jarred figs are delicious eaten for breakfast on Greek yoghurt, with a silty little coffee on the side. Th