Have I mentioned how much I love my friendly neighborhood independent grocery store? Because I do. I really, really do.
‘But Twistie,’ you exclaim! ‘Wherefore this sudden outburst of possibly inappropriate affection for a mere grocery store?’
And I can but reply that this affection is in no way inappropriate. In fact, it is particularly appropriate affection. In particular my affection is for the charming gentleman who tends the fruits and vegetables. I have always enjoyed seeing him because he’s easy on the eyes, has a delightful smile, and always seems happy to see me. I also enjoy seeing him because he always points out the best, freshest goodies to arrive.
After today, though, I will have another reason to like seeing him. You see, there were some persimmons just reaching past their prime. They are now sitting on my kitchen counter, courtesy of the courteous gentleman who tends the fruits and vegetables. He handed them to me in a bag with the legend ‘no charge’ on it and told me to have fun.
By the end of the day I’ll have not only figured it out, but created something delicious. After all, I found this site that includes recipes like curried persimmon soup and persimmon rice pudding and persimmon marmalade.
So, if you got a windfall of very, very ripe persimmons, what would you do with them?