After weeks of watching them transform, massaging them attentively, and waiting, this week I finally got to pop into my mouth the first of the persimmons I had hung to dry.
The result? A velvety-rich complex flavor, and yielding chewyness. Mixed with delight, my reaction was dismay. "How can I live in a culture that neglected to do something as easy and rewarding as drying and eating persimmons?"
What else am I missing out on?
Us permaculture teachers have heavy responsibilities.
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