Growing up I always only saw my nana (maternal grandfather) and my mother eat persimmon every time summers would slow down.
My mum because her beloved father loved it and she was an absolute mimicker and my nana because he truly loved it.
I will regurgitate some Googled information about the P man but let me talk about the emotional side of it all first.
It tastes like Abbaa. No it really does. It’s no fat, so nothing about it pulls you down. It’s anti inflammatory just like Abbaa was. He would literally deflate your anger with just his smile. It’s full of so much goodness it’s unbelievable just like Abbas’s good nature knew no bounds. And above all, it’s the perfect amount of sweet. Abbaa was his own brand of sweet. Not overly saccharine laden that seems fake at best but so deeply loving that even his smile was loaded with just kindness
The yellow-orange glossiness of this peculiar fruit is an excellent source of fiber, Vitamin A and C, Vitamin B6, potassium and the mineral manganese. Persimmons are fat-free and are a great source of healthy carbohydrates and natural sugar.you can whip it up with honey and whipping cream and totally makes a pie or parfait filling out of it. There are two types of Persimmons. Fuyu and Hachlya. We only get the Fuyu type in Pakistan. I’ve never even seen a Hachlya so yeah. I’m all about the Fuyu!
I love you Abbaa and Persimmon will forever remind me of you. Inside and out.
