One day in my old work my friend Karina cut up and ate this unusual thing that looked a bit like a tomato. What is it, I asked. A persimmon she responded and, upon hearing I’d never tried one, promptly offered me some. I was hooked! Sometimes called Fuyu, they are a little bit tart, a little bit sweet, and they both look and taste like they contain cinnamon. They are tasty, crunchy little bundles of joy. That winter I must have eaten one or two of them every day.
Everyone who’s seen me eaten one in the past couple of years has asked to try it. I have to admit, most people have hated them but I absolutely adore them. My mother does too, but she’s allergic to them which I think is a horrible twist of fate.
They are seasonal and here are only available in the winter. I have managed to completely forget they exist each year until one day, around April or May, I walk into a supermarket and there they are! Sitting there like tiny pumpkins just waiting for me to buy them. A week or two ago they were on sale 2 for $2 and I got stupidly excited about it.
Apparently they’re very good for you – high in fibre and vitamin C. For me, that’s just a bonus.