A fig can turn to wine all by itself. When you split it you can tell if it’s fermented – the smell of liquor hits you before it runs down your arm. I don’t find a fermented fig appetising and the honey-like goo is too disgusting to me to taste, but some people may like it.
Maybe that’s how water turns to wine. It happens when it rains. The ripe figs ferment and rot; the green ones split – well they all split when they absorb too much water.
It’s raining. I feel for the fig growers. I am sad for myself and my harvest. Hopefully some are small and hard enough to survive the downpour. Early this morning I went out and rescued a dozen of them – I hope they won’t be the last.