It's that time of the year!
We are awaiting our first frost. That brings to mind my childhood when we would wait for the first frost to sweeten the lucious orange-colored persimmons hanging heavy on the tree down in the pasture.
You didn't dare eat one until that frost came, though. Turn your mouth inside out!!
The persimmon tree used to grow abundantly in this country (mainly in the south) but like so many other things, it's getting scarce.
After Elbert retired from the Navy and we lived on our farm in Alabama, there was a persimmon tree in our pasture.
One day he loaded me and my mom up in his truck and drove us over the grazing land, parked under the tree and we gathered ripe persimmons.
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Here's a photo of my Mom biting into one. That's just one of the sweet memories I have of the times we spent together.
You resemble your mom!
ReplyDeletePersimmons grow here in Southern California. I used to made persimmon bread. I always thought they were native to China - so like everything, grown these days, they were obviously brought here to grow.
Believe it or not, I'm eating one right now with my lunch. I've been curious to try them for a few years and finally found a small bag at Trader Joe's. They are such a pretty color and taste delicious. I would love to find a local source here in North Carolina. I enjoyed reading about your special memories associated with persimmon picking.
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