Sometimes I have a great recipe sitting in my drafts for months, because I don’t know what to write about it. This is one of those. It is heavily adapted from one in Sabrina Ghayour’s glorious cookbook Feasts and the perfect easy brunch dish. I thought about writing about why I could buy figs at my local market in February. I didn’t know if they were imported or from one of the many greenhouses around Holland. But the words didn’t flow. Thinking now about importing and exporting things, something else comes to mind.
Anyone who knows me outside of this blog knows that I am a very opinionated person. I am always more than happy to share the opinions I hold passionately and debate about them at length if necessary. Usually until well after the person I’m debating with has stopped caring and is just wishing I would stop talking. And I usually keep this side of my personality separate from the blog. This is a space to talk about lovely food and share great experiences. And after this, normal programming will resume. But, there is a referendum coming up in Ireland on 25 May and when it’s something this important, I need to share my opinion any way that I can. So here it is.
I am a woman in my thirties from Ireland. I have been incredibly privileged. I have never needed an abortion. I have never had to travel abroad to access one. I have never had to worry that financially I would not be able access one to if I needed to. I have never had to worry that I wouldn’t have people to support me if I needed to have one. I have never been a victim of a crime that would force me to make a difficult choice. I have never had to worry that my immigration status might prevent me from leaving the country in time. I have never been so sick that I could no longer get on a plane or a boat. I have never been in an abusive relationship where I could not access my own finances or passport if needed. I have never been told that a longed-for pregnancy would not end with me leaving the hospital with my child. I have been fortunate. Thousands of women living in Ireland have not shared my good fortune. You can read about these women here. Repeal the Eighth.
- 125g bacon
- 2 tablespoons honey
- 1-2 teaspoons harissa
- 100g ricotta
- 100g soft goats cheese
- A few sprigs of fresh thyme
- 1/2 of a lemon
- 4-6 figs
- 4 slices of sourdough bread
- Dry fry the bacon in a frying pan over medium heat until crispy.
- Crumble the bacon in a bowl and mix with the honey and harissa.
- Whip the ricotta, goats cheese and lemon juice with thyme leaves until light and fluffy.
- Slice the figs into sixths.
- Toast the bread.
- Divide the cheese between the four slices of toast, top with the bacon and finally add the fig slices.