I’m sick of eating new fruits. They’re never nice. I just want to eat apples and bananas and the occasional overripe pear. I’m tired of being adventurous. I want familiarity. I want comfortable predictable tastes.
But if I don’t eat this persimmon it may go bad. And I’ll still have to eat it, because I’m too cheap to chuck it out and buy another, and it’ll taste worse then. So suck it up and cut it up, sunshine.
I always imagined persimmons as being red, but this one is yellowy-orange. It looks just like a tomato except for the colour, but heavier. The dried circle of petal-shaped leaves remaining around the stalk look quite pretty, like an embossed letter seal.
Time to cut in I guess. Slice the leaves off the top, then cut the remains into quarters. Looks like the stem goes a little into the fruit; cut it off in triangles.
Funny… the flesh is nearly the same colour as the outer skin but with pretty red-brown flecks that seem to hover over a translucent softness.
Bite.
Hum… the taste is… not bad. Not too bad… The inner fruit is soft, the skin is quite tough and distracts from the flavour. Maybe if I bite around it, scraping the ripeness off the skin… yes, that is much better.
I can’t believe it… it tastes nice! Sweet, with a memory of honey. The slices sit so prim on the plate when once bitten they release a flood of juice that demands a hurried slurp lest it escape down my chin.
Oops, hit a tough bit. Perhaps there are segments, and I just hit the wall of one. Nibble around it, trying to get all the soft goodness away from the less-pleasant surrounds. Wow, it’s so tender I can actually just suck and the tasty flesh comes away, abandoning the undesired casing perfectly.
I will actually eat all of this fruit. Amazing. The first new fruit I’ve tried that I can see myself buying and eating again for pleasure.
Rating:
Specifics: Fuyu persimmon, bought at Coles Macquarie Fields
Fuyu Persimmon
I don’t want to eat the persimmon.
I’m sick of eating new fruits. They’re never nice. I just want to eat apples and bananas and the occasional overripe pear. I’m tired of being adventurous. I want familiarity. I want comfortable predictable tastes.
But if I don’t eat this persimmon it may go bad. And I’ll still have to eat it, because I’m too cheap to chuck it out and buy another, and it’ll taste worse then. So suck it up and cut it up, sunshine.
I always imagined persimmons as being red, but this one is yellowy-orange. It looks just like a tomato except for the colour, but heavier. The dried circle of petal-shaped leaves remaining around the stalk look quite pretty, like an embossed letter seal.
Time to cut in I guess. Slice the leaves off the top, then cut the remains into quarters. Looks like the stem goes a little into the fruit; cut it off in triangles.
Funny… the flesh is nearly the same colour as the outer skin but with pretty red-brown flecks that seem to hover over a translucent softness.
Bite.
Hum… the taste is… not bad. Not too bad… The inner fruit is soft, the skin is quite tough and distracts from the flavour. Maybe if I bite around it, scraping the ripeness off the skin… yes, that is much better.
I can’t believe it… it tastes nice! Sweet, with a memory of honey. The slices sit so prim on the plate when once bitten they release a flood of juice that demands a hurried slurp lest it escape down my chin.
Oops, hit a tough bit. Perhaps there are segments, and I just hit the wall of one. Nibble around it, trying to get all the soft goodness away from the less-pleasant surrounds. Wow, it’s so tender I can actually just suck and the tasty flesh comes away, abandoning the undesired casing perfectly.
I will actually eat all of this fruit. Amazing. The first new fruit I’ve tried that I can see myself buying and eating again for pleasure.
Rating:
Specifics: Fuyu persimmon, bought at Coles Macquarie Fields