I love persimmon. It borders on obsession. Apparently they eat these things like pears in Japan, they’re everywhere. For whatever reason they haven’t taken off in North America, but it’s not because of the taste, have you tried one before?
My favorite are the hard round Fuyu, although I’ll sometimes go for the bigger, softer Hachiya and eat the pulp with a spoon. Stir it into yogurt or spread it on toast like jam. It has a faint cinnamon flavor that I just can’t get enough of. I have no idea why the kids didn’t like persimmon – possibly because I admitted that it smells like skin. Which it does. Lesson learned – don’t tell your kids that something smells like skin and expect them to eat it. But despite it’s odd smell, the flavor of persimmon will keep you coming back for more.
ME: OK guys, I have a special fruit for us. What is this?
LAUREN: A tomato.
EMMA: It looks like Christmas.
ME: Yeah it does, it looks kind of festive, doesn’t it.
EMMA: I want to try it.
LAUREN: Me first. It’s cold. It’s smooth. It doesn’t make a sound when you shake it.
ME: Those are all good descriptions. Can Emma touch it?
EMMA: It’s scratchy.
ME: Yeah, those leaves are a little scratchy aren’t they?
ME: Do you want to smell it?
EMMA: No smell.
ME: Yeah, it doesn’t really have a smell does it?
ME: Sam, what do you think?
SAM: (Whining, clearly not in the mood for this today)
ME: What’s it going to look like on the inside? And it’s called a persimmon by the way.
SAM: I don’t want to see it.