We are rich in persimmons, thanks to our generous neighbors! Both of my grandmothers were born and raised in California in the 1920’s. The two families each made traditional steamed persimmon pudding for Christmas each year, with local Hachiya persimmons. One family were small farmers, the other were wealthy merchants, a hundred miles away. The families would not intersect for another 50 years. But both families had the same persimmon pudding recipe.
I still use my two grandmothers’ recipe, every Christmas. I’ve planted my own persimmon tree, but it takes decades to really grow up and produce. In the meantime, it’s a treasure hunt each year for the precious fruit. I gaze longingly at neighborhood trees. I eventually work up the nerve to ask if I might glean some persimmons, in exchange for persimmon cookies. The fruit sits on my counter, until it ripens to a squishy pulp, finally ready to use. This year I hit the jackpot!!! 😊 “My Little Chickens” on fb
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