After a long night of holiday parties, and with less than 6 hours of sleep, Wendy and I hopped it to Core Yoga for some Christmas Eve day sweating.
We’ve been friends since 3rd grade,
which probably explains all the odd things we talk about during a typical car ride.
Today’s topics included:
- Quakers, particularly quaker weddings
- Special education with post-traumatic stress eating disorders
- Speculations about our sisters’ love interests
- Stolen gingerbread cookies
- A recent death in the neighborhood
- Holiday plans
- Fudge balls with way too much Jack Daniels
- Boyfriends past and present
- Body mutilation (we saw Black Swan yesterday…*shudder*)
You could say that we converse with an unusual synthesis of serious, philosophical, and silly.
In that spirit, I present to you a persimmon.
I was at the grocery store last week, feeling conflicted in the produce section as usual. I always get the essentials: spinach, sweet potatoes, bananas, apples…but then I play a little game of “what else can I try without sending my family into debt?”
If money weren’t an issue, I would buy every fruit and vegetable the store had to offer.
Even olives. I would just pass them onto someone else who could stand them.
I was so close to buying a starfruit (it’s just so cute!) but persimmons were a tiny bit cheaper, so I went with it.
This one persimmon has been adorning my oats:
And it’s just okay. A little odd that it’s so colorful without much flavor.
Should I just use the pulp next time? Should I bake it? Should I put it in a loaf?
Maybe Wendy and I should discuss it; I’m sure we’ll come up with something…odd.