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For some reason, sometime around September, I stop eating salads. I have it in my head that they are a summer thing. Why? I do not know. So I promised myself, that this year, I would enjoy salads throughout the year. Here is my first one–I’m a little late. But that is okay, this roasted persimmon salad is worth waiting for!
If you think these fuyu persimmons seem to be looking wide-eyed off into space, you’re wrong. They’re looking into the future– namely, theirs.
Shortly after this photo was taken, they were mercilessly vivisected and consumed by me, the author of this post.
I shall be doing the same to their brethren soon on that greatest of all American days of sharing and feasting– Thanksgiving. I like to think of this as a small step in personal growth. For me, not for the persimmons.
About a month ago, I wrote about Fuyu persimmons, which are one of my favorite fall fruits. This week, I’d like to extol the virtues of the Hachiya persimmon. Hachiyas are the misunderstood fruit of winter: although they are sweet and wonderful when baked into cakes and puddings, many people are afraid to eat them because they are truly awful when immature. A firm Hachiya is extraordinarily astringent and inedible. I admit that taking a bite out of one is sort of like eating an unripe bitter walnut while suddenly having all the moisture sucked out of your cheeks and tongue. But there’s a very simple way to avoid this: don’t eat Hachiyas until they’re ripe.
As we near Halloween, my seasonal fruit larder is changing. Gone are peaches, plums and nectarines replaced by pomegranates, apples and persimmons. Hamada Farms and Twin Girls Farm supply my pomegranates, and I choose apples from Hidden Star Orchards, Devoto Gardens and Flatland Flower Farm. As usual, I turn to my fellow bloggers for recipes [...]
The first time someone asked me what a persimmon tasted like I paused for a long time. “It tastes like a persimmon,” was not going to do. I tried to run through all the fruits and vegetables I knew, but nothing seemed right. “It tastes like sex.” I finally replied. I was speaking of the [...]