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"I made you porridge! And it's happy to see you."  --Mushu

“Look, you get porridge! And it’s happy to see ya!” –Mushu

Ok, I didn’t make porridge.  I really like rice porridge though.  But anyway, I made persimmon nut bread recently and then made French toast with some left over slices.  It’s the French toast and accompanying sausage links that are happy to see you.

So…persimmon trees are very spiteful.  You spend all year longing for persimmons and the tree ignores you.  Refuses to give you any persimmons.  And as you’re about to give up in despair of every getting to eat persimmons again, the tree decides to give you a few short weeks of persimmons.  That all ripen at the same time.  And like 500 of them or at least 123123 times the amount you can actually eat.  So then you collect boxes and boxes and BOXES  of persimmons and you try to give them away.  But people are wise to your ways and try to step clear of you when you’re out trying to foist boxes of persimmons on them.  Persimmon trees are spiteful.

And…that’s approximately what happened to us.  Well, I was on the receiving end of a box of persimmons.  And only one.  I was firm about that.  I would not accept multiple boxes of persimmons.

However, the problem with me receiving even one box of persimmons is that…I don’t really like eating persimmons.  They don’t have a lot of flavor and are basically just sweet.  Also, the hachiya persimmons have a gross texture.  Someone once described it as eating snot.  I do like dried persimmons where they become this dense donut of sweetness.  But I don’t really have any intention of drying a box of persimmons.  What do?

Bake stuff.

Persimmons function a lot like pumpkin in baking and they go well with the same kinds of spices.  The only thing is most of the time, I see recipes for hachiya persimmons.  Those are the long pointy type that you can’t eat until they’ve softened into mush, otherwise your mouth and throat go numb.  When you have recipes that call for hachiya persimmons or persimmon pulp, you can still use fuyu persimmons, which are the ones I would prefer to eat if I have to eat persimmons, but you have to wait until they’re overripe.  And I have a box of firm fuyu persimmons (the squat ones you can eat while before they’ve turned to mush).  Good thing I found this recipe for fuyu persimmon bundt cake.

After studying the recipe, I decided that it wasn’t so much cake-like as it was quick bread-like, so I reorganized the recipe so assembly was more like a quick bread.

Yield: 2 squat loaves or 6 mini loaves and a squat loaf

Time: 15 min prep + 45 min cook = 1 hr

Materials:

  • 3 cup firm fuyu persimmons, peeled and cubed (0.5″)
  • 0.5 cup butter
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 2 eggs
  • zest from one lemon
  • 2 tsp fresh lemon juice
  • 2 tsp vanilla
  • 2 cups flour
  • 1 tsp baking powder
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1 tsp ground cloves
  • 1 tsp cinnamon
  • 0.5 tsp ground nutmeg
  • 1 cup  walnuts, chopped
  • 0.75 cup  raisins

Procedure:

  1. Preheat the oven to 350 deg F.
  2. Prep pans.
  3. In a large bowl, cream butter and sugar.
  4. Add eggs, lemon juice, lemon zest, and vanilla until incorporated.
  5. In a separate bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, salt, and spices.
  6. Stir dry ingredients into wet ingredients until just blended.
  7. Fold in persimmons, walnuts, and raisins.
  8. Spoon mixture into prepared pans.  Batter will be very thick.
  9. Bake until a rich brown, about 45 min for mini loaves and 55 min for normal loaf pans.
  10. Cool in pan for 15 min and remove to finish cooling on rack.

Notes:

  • If you have issues with the persimmons sinking to the bottom of the batter, save a couple of tablespoons of the dry mixture and toss it with the persimmons before folding them into the wet mixture.
  • I used a raisin medley, which I think turned out really well.  They seem to turn out better than those ubiquitous small speck raisins.
  • It smells absolutely delicious when you’re baking.
  • The mixture doesn’t rise much in the oven.  I generally fill my mini loaf pan all the way to the top and when I take it out of the oven, it’s crowned only slightly giving me a nice loaf-y look.
  • You may have to bake a little longer than I had to.  I happened to have my pizza stone in the oven while I was baking and it helps mitigate the swing in temperature.
  • If you have leftovers, slice into 1″ slices and then make French toast.  It makes wonderful French toast.  And this is coming from someone who doesn’t normally like French toast.
  • You’ll notice that I kept the volumetric measurements in the recipe.  That’s because I was lazy and didn’t take weight measurements.  I might edit this later for weight measurements.

I have recently come to the realization that I may be an incompetent adult, in that, I am terrible at adulting.  This…is a really hard thing for me to accept.  I try to be at least competent at everything I do.  So the fact that I cannot adult well…it hurts.

I can perform individual elements of adulting well enough.  I can be responsible.  I can hold down a job.  I can schedule and plan events and then carry through with those plans.  I can take care of a dog.  I can take care of children too.  I can…kind of go to bed at reasonable hours during which you believe adults should go to bed.  But when you put all the elements of adulting together, well…things start to go awry.

I can hold it all together for awhile and pass as a reasonably competent adult.  But as time goes on, I really have to strain to continue.  I would really prefer to be irresponsible and not cook and clean but rather stay in bed until noon and maybe play games while in bed.  Or maybe read a good book.  I can subsist on nothing but milk and cereal for days at a time.  And then maybe break it up with a few weeks of pizza.  I would still take care of the dog though.  The dog would probably eat better than me.

And what I find really weird is that most other adults don’t think I’m a bad adult.  They think I’m a very good adult.  They are oblivious to the monumental effort I am putting into the appearing in the semblance of an adult.  Apparently, I can just fake it really well.  I’m sure the amount of effort I have to put into adulting is much more than any normal adult should have to put in to being an adult.  Obviously there is something wrong with me.

Anyhoo, I’m facing the overwhelm right now.  So I’m not going to finish this post in a reasonably adulty manner.  kthxbye.