My first experience with the persimmon here in Missouri was on a hot summer day working for a small family owned asphalt company. After 5 hours of throwing hot heavy shovels I walked over to take a break in the shade as we waited for the next truck. The old man was sitting atop the roller cutting on a small green fruit with his pocket knife. "You ever try persimmon?" He asked. Well, I hadn't and as he was describing this wonderful fruit he handed down a nice green slice with a big smile on his face.
I popped that thing in my mouth and commenced to chewing! Almost magically and in an instant any bit of moisture that was in my head was whisked away. All of my saliva, the moisture of my skin, heck I'm pretty sure it sucked back in all the sweat on my brow. I spit that thing out coughing and hacking and trying to scrape the terribly bitter gumminess that now coated my tongue! Laughing he said" of course they're much better when they're rotten"
I had to walk almost a half mile to get back to the truck for water.
Such an evil trick that I hope to pull on some unsuspecting youngster one day. I'll never forget it.
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OH no! What a terrible experience!