If you've never had a turkish fig, you are probably normal.
But, I went a little nuts in the bulk food department at Kroger and came home with six little baggies of different dried fruits.
Turkish figs would never win an award for their looks. In fact, it was kind of a growth moment when I forced myself to overcome my apprehension and eat one.
But I was glad I did.
Turns out the Turks grow a mean fig.
So, I'm grateful for the Turks, their fig trees, impulses that lead to good things, and the fact that even the ugliest dried out fruits can yield sweetness.
I will not dig into the metaphors that abound, I will just enjoy my fig.