So I got up "early" yesterday morning and went out to get persimmons for a pie I wanted to try out. We've got three large persimmon trees near our house so I drove the truck underneath one of them (with Jon's help backing into place) and climbed into the bed. I decided to go with the "shake the branch like crazy" method of harvesting the fruit which worked fairly well. It rained persimmons! The ones that missed the truck and hit the ground were eaten by Delilah and Sam who were curiously watching their crazy owner. So as I was loading my wal-mart sack full of fruit I checked one out. I have never tasted one of these things because my dad would always trick people into eating one before the first frost so he could make a big funny thing out of watching them pucker up. I vowed never to fall for that trick! But at this point the frosts have come and gone a few times and this thing smelled awesome. So I tried it. It tasted sweeter than candy, almost too sweet for me! Kind of an orangy-citrusy kind of flavor. The first thing that came to my mind was an orange sucker like the ones I used to get at the bank when I was a kid. At that point I got really excited and picked many more persimmons than I thought I needed. I thought I might want extra so I could freeze them for later pie making.
The next hurdle after getting the persimmons was somehow separating the pulp from the seeds/skin. I ended up using my hands to smash them into my collander repeatedly until all the pulp had gone through. It was a long and tiresome process but I knew it would be worth it. I was getting low on time though so I only did enough to get what I needed for one pie. The pulp was interesting. Very smooth, dark orange, very thick and gooey. Smelled awesome though. I followed the recipe and baked the pie as directed. It looked so beautiful when I took it out of the oven! I garnished it with a persimmon so that it could be easily identified from all the other "orange" pies that would be at the family gathering. I was pretty excited.
Then the moment of truth came, we had finshed our awesome meal and were ready for dessert. I waited for others to try it first (I'm a slow eater) and I got mixed reviews. Aunt Faye said it was good, Mom only got through part of it and tried to say good things about it, Christy spit her bite out, Daniel said it sticks to the side-back of your tongue, and Jon didn't finish his piece. That last one sealed the deal for me, if Jon won't eat it, then it's BAD! So I took a bite from his piece, not even a whole bite, jut a tiny bit. I nearly spit it out!!! It was incredibly disgusting. Where did all the sweetness go??? It was so dry, it dried your mouth out the second it hit your tongue. And it DID stick to the side-back. Yuck. Dad and Pa-Pa speculated that I had gotten ahold of a few persimmons that were not quite as ripe and that may have messed up my pie. They didn't give me too hard of a time though, I'm sure they didn't want to make me upset. But it didn't bother me at all, it happens!
So, to explain the title of the post, when we got home from out Brown Thanksgiving festivities we let Sam in and gave him his very oen piece of persimmon pie. Here he is waiting patiently for his pie.
He has learned to sit when he wants a treat, aka people food. He does it whether you ask him to (or are even planning to give him a treat) or not. He is a very patient dog.
He seemed to enjoy the pie very much! I was glad that someone did.
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