An excerpt from Don DeLillo's The Body Artist. The character is eating figs for breakfast, together with his wife. The process of eating figs, which is totally unknown to me, is written here, forming a picture:
He bit off the stem and tossed it toward the sink. Then he split the fig open with his thumbnails and took the spoon out of her hand and licked it off and used it to scoop a measure of claret flesh out of the gaping fig skin. He dropped this stuff on his toast--the flesh, the mash, the pulp--and then spread it with the bottom of the spoon, blood-buttery swirls that popped with seedlife.