I was really excited to see figs pop out at our farmers market. I feel like fig season is so short… I can never show up at the store expecting figs to be there on any given day, so I just snatch them up when I see them.
That night I put together this simple flatbread… a no-fuss, no-oven, casual Saturday dinner that we shared with nice summery white wine.
Oh, and by the way, we’re becoming old people this summer. We’re the old married couple that strolls to the farmers market early on Saturday mornings. The old married couple that watches “programs” on TV together. We bicker for the sake of bickering (or when we’ve run out of other things to talk about). And we spend probably way too much time alone together. But somehow we like it that way.