Lovely. Do I have to even say anything about this? Okay, I will.
Mo's friend Jane bought persimmons (which I normally despise) and artfully arranged them in this bowl. We talked about bare persimmon trees in the fall, what an image, black branches drooping with blazing orange fruit. And how my dad would leave persimmons to ripen on the windowsill until they were almost rotten. And how my mom made persimmon cookies that I was never fond of.
Then Jane made a salad and sliced up some of these persimmons which are the crunchy kind. Even though I don't like them I ate some just for her. They are not as cloyingly sweet but still I think I'd rather look at this gorgeous photo instead of eating one again.
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