Here in eastern Oklahoma the wild persimmons are about ready to pick. If they are a little green they are bitter enough to make your mouth pucker up for a 24 hour kiss. But when fully ripe they will fall off the tree at the lightest touch and are so sweet that they are like candy.
You can't buy persimmons like this, they are too soft and fragile to endure being handled and shipped to market. They are free to anyone who can locate a persimmon tree and able to beat the opossums, squirrels and raccoons who gooble them up like greedy children with a bag full of Halloween candy. They make wonderful persimmon pie, and persimmon bread is like nothing else. For some wild persimmon recipes look HERE.
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