The Swiss Standard: Volume 2

There are many benefits to living in the beautiful town in Switzerland which I currently reside. There are the beautiful people, beautiful food, but there's also a surprise around every corner.
I was sitting out on  my patio yesterday morning with my two-shot espresso and apricot tart and was staring at the scenery surrounding me.
Well, first, there's the beautiful mountains, which I can see sitting down. The lawn in front of the building, the palm trees on the perimeter, and the terra cotta steps that cut through town.

There are these trees across the way from me that I have been staring at for days.

I finally figured it out... It's a fig tree... and they're very much in season!

So tonight after dinner, my friends and I were craving something sweet. The gelato stands down town were probably closed by then, as is the market, and every other place unless you wish to pay three times the price for gas station quality.
We decided to give the fig tree a go, and were delightfully surprised.

I'm not going to lie. The first few that my friends and I picked, we just stood there eating. The unwashed figs seemed so dangerous yet so ripe as their red juice ran down our fingers and on to our wrists. Or at least the really ripe ones did.

The picture above are actually not my figs. They're my room mates. I was better at spotting and picking the ripe ones and thus, mine are no longer in a state to take snap shots of!

There's nothing like fresh picked figs at the end of summer. Nothing