Still in Brighton Beach. After lunch, at a sophisticated and accessible pastry shop. One shop of many and many were the choices of pastry. Sweet dough filled with poppy seeds, ground nuts, rolled – filled with jams and fruit fillings. More than could be easily resisted. But this caught my eye. There is not a fig that I haven’t met and identified. I asked the lady, who was the proprietor, if those were indeed not dates. No, she said, figgie, figgie.
No I countered, I believe those are dates, figgies are another fruit. No figgie! So I bought one to prove to myself: it had a date pit inside, so no figgie. But if you are Russian speaking and have 10$ to give per pound, does it really matter? 