Loaf of hope!

In this time of happiness and merriment, let us reach out to those who suffer in silent torment.

I speak of people who own persimmon trees.

Yeah, persimmon trees, man. I guess people plant them for the color, because the fruit is like biting into a fistful of something that spilled out of a jackknifed big rig on Highway 140 and sat out in the tule fog all night.

And then you figure you're going to bake something with your persimmons, and you look up a recipe and the recipe calls for a quarter cup of persimmon pulp and you wonder what you're going to do with the other half ton of persimmons ripening on your tree and dripping orange slime all over your lawn, walkway, car, pets and weekend visitors.

Well, I think I might have discovered the answer to the prayers of persimmon sufferers everywhere. Last night in the kurttrue.com test kitchen, I made this persimmon loaf with about a quart and a half of persimmons, which I firmed up with some egg and corn meal.

I figure I make fifty or sixty of these things, and that pretty much takes care of the seasonal output of my dad's persimmon tree in Sebastopol.

The kid wakes up in about fifteen minutes, and we will learn if my experiment is a success.

If not, I'll just take it to the office and feed it to Jeffrey. He's always starving on Monday morning.

Kurt "big daddy" True
3 december 2007