Most of my Friday evenings as a kid were spent at the ballpark. If my brother was playing, I could be found scrounging around under the bleachers for lost change to buy a few 5¢ smarties pops. For the record, you can make a racket with this strategy; I once even found a $20 bill that after a week of no one claiming from the little league ballpark lost and found became mine. Do you know how many smarties pops you can buy with $20??
Exactly 400. And a few cavities thrown in for free. Only after I was certain there was no more loose change to be found, I’d spend the rest of the evening on the tractor-wheel tire swing, kicking around the gravel ’til the sun went down. I once tried my hand at little league co-ed tee-ball, but as my dad puts it, I mostly played sports for the snazzy photo in uniform and the orange slice breaks.
There’s no snack shack at the larger recreation center where my dad plays his men’s softball league, so we’d occupy our evenings on the double-decker play structure in the far corner of the park, where a fig tree hung low enough to share its fruit. It’s only now that I can label it as such – at the time, I’d never seen a fig that didn’t come smushed in the center of a soft newton. Back then, they were squishy green things that bled white goo when prematurely picked, which made for a mighty fun weekly organic play structure paint session. Figs = paint.
If only I could have imagined these honey roasted fig and goat cheese popsicles back then, I’d have spent my evenings harvesting fruit instead. And probably also eating far fewer Otter Pops. We’re talking 10+ pops/night as a teenager. Between those and the tongue tattoo fruit roll ups, I based my diet around food dye and corn syrup.
With only natural ingredients, these honey roasted fig and goat cheese popsicles are on the opposite end of the health spectrum. I should call them power pops. Non-fat plain greek yogurt, a drizzle of honey, a bit of goat cheese, and a basket of roasted figs. When you take your favorite healthy breakfast and freeze it, magic turns it into dessert. Which means you can eat a couple of these before nine am. Breakfast dessert.
Rumor has it there’s a fig tree in our backyard, but apparently the rats/raccoons/neighborhood cats dine on them before we see a single one. I’ve never watered said tree, so it’s possible you’ll debunk the myth of the disappearing figs in a quick survey of our yard. Sidenote: I can no longer say “apparently” without hearing this kid in my head.
Back to the frozen treats. One glance at my blog feed indicates that popsicles are the cupcake or macaron of summer 2014. When all the cool kids are busting out healthy drippy sweet frozen treats left and right, I jump on the bandwagon and order my very own popsicle mold with rush delivery.
Actually, I put it in my cart and hesitated on it for a few weeks because I remember popsicle-making being a pain-in-the-rear as a kid. Those plastic sword-looking sticks always made sure you’d never get your popsicle out unless you melted it first. Plus, after one wash, you’d inevitably lose four of the six handles to the back of the tupperware cabinet, so you could only ever make two at a time anyhow.
The popsicle mold of today is extra easy. Guys – don’t drag your feet! I wasted three weeks where I could have been eating homemade popsicles three times a day.
These honey roasted fig and goat cheese popsicles are the bees knees. They’re extra tart, a tad sweet, with a rich black mission fig flavor swirled throughout.
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