One of the highlights of autumn is the ripening of the persimmons in my parents' backyard. Not sure there'll be any left by the time my mom visits in a few weeks, but it turns out that persimmons are readily available in the markets here, too, and I am not the only one who likes them in this house. Hurrah.
I didn't encounter people eating persimmons like an apple, skin and all, until I reached adulthood, and I just can't embrace it. The tannins from the skin are just too much.
The following photos illustrate how I grew up eating (Fuyu) persimmons:
I didn't encounter people eating persimmons like an apple, skin and all, until I reached adulthood, and I just can't embrace it. The tannins from the skin are just too much.
The following photos illustrate how I grew up eating (Fuyu) persimmons:
1. Fuyu persimmon 2. Kiwi-brand pointy knife. |
Using the point of the knife, cut out the stem bit. |
Like so. |
Then, peel away the thin skin. |
I peel it in my hand, but I only have two hands with which to peel and take photos. |
I like trying to get it all off in one long strip. |
Success! |
Naked persimmon. Empty persimmon skin. |
If you want to get fancy like the Khmer grannies I grew up with, use the point of the knife to cut a zig-zag around the equator. |
After getting all the way around, wiggle the knife in between the cuts to loosen them. |
These are not as symmetrical as the ones my aunties would make. |
I like to slice them into discs. This is more difficult when they have seeds. |
Just found out my parents are sending me a package of persimmon, pomegranate, and cherimoya from their backyard using a Vietnamese bus service. Yesssssss.
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