Saturday
Nov072009
Colfax Persimmon festival
Saturday, 7 November, 2009 at 12:34 PM 
Hang out with your friends who have small children, and you'll end up hanging out at events you never even knew they had!
Saturday, 7 November, 2009 at 12:34 PM
Reader Comments (7)
Did you discover what to do with persimmons? Their relative value in the fruit world has always escaped me. I want to like them (like I want to like rhubarb), but I DON"T.
That's only the tip of the iceberg, Sis. Stick with us, and you could find yourself at Alpaca Day, Open Farm Day at the Goat Lady Dairy, and one of these falls, we will get to the Maize Maze!
Bob, I observed that people make puddings, bread and cookies with this stuff. Nobody was just walking around eating persimmons. Everything I tasted was kind of tasty, but not in that "I must have this again immediately" way. Semi-forgettable, although if I had a tree in my yard, I'm sure I'd have been delighted at the recipes going around.
Sis, I think we'll just keep it light for now. :) Small doses never hurt anybody! Fun, though.. Thanks for letting me run around with your kid!
There were persimmon trees around where I lived up to the age of twelve. I never ate a persimmon. It is my understanding that you don't just go out and pick any persimmon off an persimmon tree. They say it will turn your mouth inside out. Instead, I think frost has to hit the fruit. after that, I don't know what happens. I suppose that that is when they have festivals to sing the praise of the bitter fruit! That's where you came in.
Did you eat a persimmon?
Dad
PS Did you come out better than when you ate the monster wing?
Dad.
I wish I had seen this before Tuesday evening because I would have told you my persimmon story. I LOVE persimmon pudding - at least made by my recipe - but since I moved "to town" from Pleasant Garden I've not had easy access to persimmons. Last year I found a persimmon tree on the fringe of downtown, but all the persimmons were beyond hope by the time I found them. Just last Friday, however, I found a wonderful, fully loaded down persimmon tree on my walking path. I found it because there was one beautiful persimmon on the ground in front of me - I like to think it was calling my name: "Lynne, here I am, pick me up and see where I used to hang out. There are many more just like me there." Monday my walking friend Diane and I picked the persimmons that were ready to leave home; Tuesday I bought a brand new food mill at The Extra Ingredient; last night I "whirled" out 3 cups of persimmon pulp. Now the question becomes just when is the perfect time to turn the pulp into pudding.
I learned about the Persimmon Festival when one day I saw a man wearing a shirt advertising it. I had totally planned to be there, but it turned out to be the same day as a long standing, non-get-outtable thing for me, so i'm thrilled to know that you (and I'm thinking Mr. Pie and others) were there. Maybe next year ...
Dad, I didn't eat a persimmon. They were selling pulp, but I'm pretty sure nobody was eating actual ones. I didn't know about your own past with this fruit. Funny question about the insanity wing experience. I guess it's like oranges and apples. :) Well, not really, but sort of.
Lynne, it would have been a hoot to run into you there. I wonder if you've made your persimmon pudding yet? How cool to know someone who has a food mill and who can "whirl" their own food. Persimmon pulp or otherwise... (Yes, Mr. Pie was most definitely one of my companions. He liked sitting on the tractors.)