Nostalgic Persimmon

Persimmon is imagination.

A beautiful flower

A beautiful flower

Unlocking memories of childhood.

Fresh array

Fresh array

 

I try not to dwell too long in the past.   But the doctors have decreed that my Old Ladies are in the throes of departing these shores of present-future, by way of grabbing the coattails of the Ghost of Childhood Past.  Sometimes I find myself along for the ride.

Have some

Have some

 

Have you ever been transported into someone else’s memory?   Suddenly you’re swarmed by chickens a-squawking and pigs insistent that their afternoon tea-and-slop time is now.  That is the teleporting power of the persimmon.

 

Dried persimmon

Dried persimmon

 

My internal nostalgic gear switches on whenever I see them, which means I have to buy them for the Old Ladies no matter where I am. Though you’ll find fresh persimmons mostly in the fall/early winter season if you live in NYC.

 

Punch ready

Punch ready

 

While the Old Ladies were in Brooklyn for the Thanksgiving rigamorale, I prepared for them a quinessentially Korean punch (수정과) made from dried persimmon.

 

Flower cup

Flower cup

 

It’s a drink their mother would’ve made for them when they were growing up.

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It’s ready

 

It’s my only connection to a grandmother whom I never had a chance to see, let alone meet.   Hopefully she would have approved.

 

Nostalgic brew

Nostalgic brew

 

For the recipe, click here.

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