After weeks of watching them transform, massaging them attentively, and waiting, this week I finally got to pop into my mouth the first of the persimmons I had hung to dry.
The result? A velvety-rich complex flavor, and yielding chewyness. Mixed with delight, my reaction was dismay. "How can I live in a culture that neglected to do something as easy and rewarding as drying and eating persimmons?"
What else am I missing out on?
Us permaculture teachers have heavy responsibilities.
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With that beautiful photo against the green leaf, and your description, you have my mouth watering Cecilia! I will have to try some myself...in fact I feel it's my duty!
I love Persimmons. I just wait till they go very soft and the devour them sucking the sweet juices of my now orange fingers. But I have to say you take the cake. I would have never thought of drying them. never too late to try I say. Would you just put them in a paper bag and put them on a sunny window sill?
I discovered last year that by freezing them, and then letting them defrost rids of the cotton mouth feel and what you have left is a cold sweet mushy persimmon for dessert! Please try! :D
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