Marash Girl first encountered persimmons when she was a freshman in college. Her dear friend Linda was the regular recipient of a large box of persimmons, persimmons which she generously shared with her friends. But persimmons? Pucker up persimmons?
Linda taught us that to enjoy a persimmon, one had to wait until the persimmon was soft and squishy -- you got it -- nearly rotten. Then the true flavor of the persimmon, the sweetness comes through . . . causing no puckering, no grimacing to the person who ventures a bite.
Oh, how delicious . . . both those wonderfully ripe persimmons and those early years in college!