The other day, a co-worker told me that her mother went persimmon picking over the weekend & that she had an excess of persimmons – she asked me if I’d like one. I responded overzealously & this morning, while I was furiously editing recipes at work; she gave this sweet gem to me! Made my morning.
I adore persimmons. Not just the fruit but the hue as well. Persimmon & curry are key colours in my wedding palette. Memories of persimmons go far back to elementary school; my mother would peel & cut them into slices, put them in a plastic sandwich bag, tucked away in my lunchbox. My elementary school teachers would curiously ask what I was eating (though upon recent research; I found out that persimmons do grow in the Midwest & even sporadically in the American South).
I’ve always associated persimmons with autumn time; but leave it to Southern California… they are harvested in the mild winter here. I love how imperfect this particular one is.. Very wabi sabi.