{"id":28347,"date":"2017-12-19T16:53:13","date_gmt":"2017-12-19T21:53:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.therockysafari.com\/?p=28347"},"modified":"2023-08-25T17:13:25","modified_gmt":"2023-08-25T21:13:25","slug":"i-want-persimmons","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.therockysafari.com\/2017\/12\/19\/i-want-persimmons\/","title":{"rendered":"The Sad Story From the Time I Wanted a Persimmon"},"content":{"rendered":"
My grandma called my house very excitedly to inform my mom and me that she picked up a few persimmons at the local farmer’s market. She explained how she knows how much I love my persimmons so she set some aside for me. I thought that was the sweetest gesture but I actually had no clue what a persimmon was. I think I’ve heard of them before but I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a persimmon in real life.<\/p>\n
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My mom brought home the persimmons and placed them into our refrigerator. At night, I was feeling snacky and remembered she brought home the fruit. I went to look in the refrigerator drawer where we usually store our fruits. It was there that I found a bag with a few round, red things inside.<\/p>\n
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I picked up a persimmon and inspected it closely. “Gosh, these look so much like tomatoes,” I said to myself. It was so similar to a tomato but not quite the same. There was something slightly different between the shape and color from how I remembered a tomato looking. “I guess the two fruits are closely related?”<\/p>\n
I started to wonder if I’d really like these persimmons seeing how much they resembled tomatoes.\u00a0I hate hate hate<\/span>\u00a0the taste of tomatoes.<\/p>\n As I bit into the persimmon, I recoiled. Eww… It was so tomato-like I could barely take it. I managed to eat the outer portion hoping the taste would grow on me but I couldn’t bear to continue on to the middle part. It was so slimy and bitter. It had the same “savory” tomato-taste I hate about tomatoes. I threw it out and went upstairs to tell my family how disgusting persimmons are. Yuck.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Before breakfast today, I went to the refrigerator to grab a few eggs when I noticed a blue bag. I peaked inside, found a few strange red fruits, and became very confused. “Wait a second…” There were 4 red tomato-looking fruits inside. “OH MY GOSH… STOP!!! ARE THESE<\/strong><\/span> THE PERSIMMONS!??”<\/p>\n I pulled out the drawer to look at what I ate last night. I pulled out the blue bag. I placed both on the kitchen table.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n STOP IT. YOU MEAN I ATE A TOMATO!? NOT POSSIBLE. I DID NOT<\/strong> VOLUNTARILY BITE INTO A TOMATO LAST NIGHT. NO WONDER IT TASTED SO SIMILAR TO THEM… IT\u00a0WAS\u00a0<\/strong>A FREAKING TOMATO.<\/p>\n I felt so stupid.<\/p>\n I washed the\u00a0real<\/em> persimmon and tasted it. DELICIOUS. After all that, it turns out I LOVE PERSIMMONS! Who knew? Apparently, only my grandma.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My grandma called my house very excitedly to inform my mom and me that she picked up a few persimmons …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":28362,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_uag_custom_page_level_css":"","_lmt_disableupdate":"","_lmt_disable":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[5930],"tags":[1699],"yoast_head":"\n