The other day I spotted a box of figs at Whole Foods. Yes, they were from California. Yes, I still wanted them. Yes, I bought them. Go ahead and judge me. I'm at the point in winter when I'm over apples that are totally past their peak and I am craving blood oranges and pineapple. Strawberries too. I can't take it any more. After making my case to a small jury of lemons and limes, I convinced myself that my carbon footprint was relatively impressive. So I bought the figs with pizza in mind. A pizza that I had a Liberty Tavern that still takes up space in my brain and makes my stomach growl.