And I ate it
Yes, I ate this persimmon, most of it anyway. Not the seeds, and not the skin. But about half of the pulpy mass within. We’d had some frosty nights, which I understand is a prerequisite for these things to become edible (at least to humans).
We find persimmons in most of our open, sunny areas, and they grow fast. Some land that was cleared for the original road through the trees now has persimmons growing on it that are taller than Pablo.
I didn’t slice open the seeds to see what utensil was contained inside. According to folklore, if the shape of the stain on the inside can be a fork (mild winter), a spoon (plenty of snow to shovel), or a knife (cold and icy winter).
Missouri calendar:
- Juncos arrive from Canada.
October 24th, 2009 at 7:24 am
I never knew of that inside the ’simmon lore.
Glad you ate a wild thing.
October 26th, 2009 at 10:55 am
Looks pretty good… I had forgotten about the inside of the seed, so we’re going to run out and do that this week!