It's the end of the week, and I'm feeling sort of creatively tapped out. My energy to try out new recipes is depleted and all I really want to do is crawl over to my couch with a bowl of popcorn (tossed with a little Bragg's liquid aminos) and watch the the Dr. Who DVD that arrived yesterday in the mail.
In a last-ditch effort to rewhet my culinary curiosity I picked up my grandmother's recipe box and started to flip through it, hoping for some inspiration. The card you see above grabbed my interest and the signs of gustatory exhaustion started to fade. You see, last Monday, as I was wandering through the aisles of Reading Terminal Market, the persimmons caught my eye. Even though they are decidedly not local, they called out, asking me buy some and bring them home. I remember frequently seeing persimmons on my grandma Bunny's kitchen counter when I was a kid and I still conjure the tactile memory of how they felt when they were good and ripe.
So I have some persimmons and a recipe to go along with them, and the world doesn't seem so bleak. Dr. Who will just have to wait until I'm finished baking.
So now
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