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Something about figs stirs up an uncanny childhood reflex. A coming of age or a loss of innocence - perhaps from a misidentification of the fig as the Biblical forbidden fruit, or otherwise early exposure to Sylvia Plath’s metaphorical tree: Each fat purple fig representing a full and vastly different future, and her protagonist sitting paralyzed with indecision while the figs rot and fall to the ground. To harvest fig seeds, you’re supposed to scoop them out and soak them in water for a few days. Viable seeds will sink to the bottom of the container, and the rest can be discarded. Those …