Native persimmons, and why I stay away from them

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C1925BB0-34EB-4679-A9F8-2C25958A155CAs I was Traveling at the Speed of Bike from Midtown Atlanta to the City of Decatur for my weekly volunteer assignment at the Global Village Project school for refugee girls, I  went to check on the native persimmon tree that I know is along the route I take. And guess what? They are ripe!

If you have never had these before, they taste like the sweetest orange candy you’ve ever had in your life. If they are not ripe, well, that’s a whole other story. In fact, I wrote it and it was published by a magazine years ago (which went out of business, like so many other magazines, but the article was republished in some semblance of its original), and it’s why I stay away from native persimmons with a ten foot pole. I just can’t forget that first experience.

By the way, there’s a whole section in my book* about free public fruit that you may enjoy. And, yes, I do enjoy foraging my way through all the other choices, from mulberries to muscadines. Next up, pomegranates!

* Today is the last day to get it for just 99 cents (USA digital version only, downloadable instantly to any device via the free Kindle app) in celebration of Biketober.

 

 

 

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