Fig season is officially here.
When the Celestes start ripening, humidity is near 100% and gnats buzz around your head, like electrons around nuclei, you know that you are in the deepest part of summer in Tallahassee.
Tradition dictates commemorating the event with "una gran bella mangiata di fichi".
Here's how it's done: You approach the fig tree and give a sigh of appreciation to String Theory before reaching out and plucking the biggest ripest fig in sight. You attack the fig with all 5 senses before swallowing it.
Then you repeat the process until you can't do it any more. It may take 20 to 30 minutes until your stomach says, "No more".
Nope, I am not proud.