Fresh Fig and Blueberry Frozen Yogurt

A tray full of pink fig and blueberry frozen yogurt covered with dried blueberries.It wasn’t until a few years ago that I fell in love with fresh figs, even then the path to get there was full of resistance. In truth, I can’t stand dried figs. Maybe this all stems from childhood, during the wild heyday of Fig Newtons. For some reason my mom refused to buy them and I would leverage trades with my lunch mates for the contraband Fig Newtons. The reason that I wanted one of these cookies up until that point was that I was sure it was filled with chocolate, not horribly seedy dried fig paste. You can imagine my surprise the first time I actually tasted a fresh fig, they have such a soft and delicate flavour, like bursting sweet bulbs full of sangria coloured fruit. I buy them up as I find them in mid-summer, quartering and freezing any excess figs before they become too soft. When frozen, they’re absolutely wonderful in salad dressing, smoothies, and homemade frozen yogurt, their pulpy pink interiors providing a creamy, thickening effect in your recipe. The dried blueberries are wonderfully chewy once frozen and then slightly defrosted but are not crucial to the overall success of the recipe.

case of green fresh figs

fresh fig and blueberry frozen yogurt:

1 cup frozen fresh figs, quartered

1 1/2 cups frozen blueberries

2 Tbsp. honey + more for drizzling

1/2 cup Greek yogurt

1/2 cup dried blueberries

Combine all of the ingredients except for the dried blueberries in a food processor and blitz until a cohesive creamy texture. This might take a few minutes and include several rounds of scraping the sides down with a rubber spatula. Fold in the dried blueberries and transfer to a loaf baking tin in the freezer. Freeze for at least another 1/2 hour before topping with a small or generous amount of drizzled honey.

Pikauba with Fresh Figs on a plate

Bright bowl of fruit salad with figs, plums, and nectarines

Plate of fresh Brillat-Savarin with fresh figs.

 

It feels like fall here tonight, if only fleetingly (despite a fondness for summer fruit I am most at home nestled into a pile of pillows and books on a rainy autumn Sunday afternoon). Fall means the sadness of Broadcast and the warm coat of melancholia it inspires, if only in the most nostalgic sense of the word.

Broadcast – Corporeal

 

 

 

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