I can resist anything except temptation or baked figs.

I don’t believe that Oscar Wilde was talking about baked figs when he quipped that famous quote. If he had, he would have said “I can resist anything except baked figs and, oh yeah, temptation.” A chance discovery of a tray of figs for €6.95 got this recipe underway. Those of you who had a look at my baked peaches in a previous post might be forgiven for saying this is a very similar post. I don’t care.

They were peaches. These are figs. Not even Oscar Wilde would have been tempted to care either way.

For this tempting taste sensation, you will need:

• A tray of figs (There were 22 in the original tray. Two “went missing”).
• Some honey
• Some butter
• Some walnuts
• Some steely resolve to not eat them until they come out of the oven.

The gratuitous fig shot. I was blessed with an overcast sky for the photo. We are blessed with overcast skies most days that it is not raining in Ireland.

The excellent ice cream was home-made by my eldest daughter. She posted it over at her Decidedly Delicious blog. Get over there and check it out. I will get the benefit and will rub her face in it (in a respectful, father to daughter way, of course).

Cut the figs as shown in the photo and add the dollop of butter to each followed by a dollop of honey.

Unbaked figs don’t get much better looking than this. 20 made it to the oven.

Next add a walnut to each and pop them in the oven.

This really is just an excuse to show a photo of the glorious figs.  Another gratuitous fig shot, I suppose.

Leave them in there for 15 minutes at 180 degrees C. Serve them with the excellent ice cream.

Baked figs and Lucy’s delicious ice cream. Lovely stuff indeed.

I am luckier than Oscar Wilde in that I have children (let’s not go there). The eldest makes delicious ice cream. I bake the figs. Temptation might be resisted by some of you. But not this combination. To quote Wilde one more time “The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.”