RecipeMuncher

The first time I had a persimmon was in college, when my roommate somehow got herself subscribed to a fruit of the month club. It was probably a Christmas gift or something, but every month for the year a box of fruit would arrive that she always needed help eating. Persimmons were an especially unexpected, and unknown, treat. The second time I had a persimmon was in Istanbul, during a spring break trip when I was studying abroad in Italy (rough, I know). We passed a huge, eye-catching mound (...)