With a walk-in forest of choices, why did Adam and Eve clothe themselves with fig leaves? Was it their size, their durability or those fleshy lobes that offer coverage in all the right places?

All of that, I think, plus this bonus among the leaves: sweet, luscious fruit that normally grows in Western Asia, the Mediterranean and other warm places. But not Western Pennsylvania. So why are Nicola Mercurio, Concetta Liberto and Italian Americans throughout the region harvesting and eating home-grown figs?