I never thought I’d say it, but I’m tired of eating figs. There’s a rather anemic tree in my neighborhood in Sicily that invests all of its energy into pumping out extremely sweet, juicy, and perishable figs, and our fridge is full of them. Due to the fact that my siblings don’t like figs, my 86-year-old nonna and I are tasked with consuming them.
Well, when fig fatigue sets in, make cake! Continue reading “Fig and Walnut Cake”