Here is a cake from my childhood. My great aunt, Tante Therese, often made this fig cake in the summer, as figs were quite abundant in South Louisiana at that time of year. My maternal grandparents, who lived next door to us, had a huge fig tree that gave up many a fig each summer. I remember gorging on the fresh figs, then enjoying fig cake from Tante Therese, and fig preserves from Mom and Mamere.
As the summer ends here in SoCal, I have found myself fortunate enough to have neighbors with a fig tree that is now heavy with fruit.