I’m writing about every song by They Might Be Giants. Equal parts: Fandom, Personal Reflections and Experimentation on what is tolerable to the human reader. Like a negroni of Nerdom. First time here? Get the next one in your inbox.
Noisy chatter fills the open space around me. The clanging of coffee cups and crinkling paper wrappers as pastries get stuffed inside.
“Fig mocha, for here!” a barista calls out. That’s mine. I’ve never had a fig mocha before, but it sounds like a nice fall flavored option beside pumpkin spice seasoning. And no hate to pumpkin spice flavors – I’m on that train too. Are figs a fall thing? When do figs ripen? And don’t come into the comments telling me all about the fig wasps that inhabit every fruit, lay eggs inside and die.
Oh, I KNOW about the nightmare-hellscape that is natural growing figs. Oh, I get it. The terrifying science of figs is precisely what must make them appropriate for the spooky season. Ok, moving on.