Speaking of Italy, my boss has just been on holiday to the Piedmont mountains and has brought back some fresh figs and grapes from the garden of her host. The figs are green but as soft and sweet as the autumnal bruised aubergine-coloured ones we grow in the North. The grapes are actually purple wine-producing grapes, which I’ve never eaten before. The flesh is sweeter than the usual eating variety and tastes of elderflower and Muscat while the skins are thick and tannic. A little taste of Italy in my office…
Fig leaves
