You have to get them to the perfect ripeness. They have to be like a gooey egg consistency. I usually keep pushing on it with my fingers until it feels like goo inside of leather. Then…. 👨🏼🍳👌💋
:: :shudder: :: I know, I try… it’s just… ew… I can tolerate them in a persimmon pudding which is a steamed sticky cake. My grandparents were British and I guess that’s a thing there. They have to be that consistency for the pudding, we used to joke that they had to feel like “an old lady’s triceps” before making it. Now that I’m middle aged I’m on the lookout for persimmonyness in my arms.
You have to get them to the perfect ripeness. They have to be like a gooey egg consistency. I usually keep pushing on it with my fingers until it feels like goo inside of leather. Then…. 👨🏼🍳👌💋
:: :shudder: :: I know, I try… it’s just… ew… I can tolerate them in a persimmon pudding which is a steamed sticky cake. My grandparents were British and I guess that’s a thing there. They have to be that consistency for the pudding, we used to joke that they had to feel like “an old lady’s triceps” before making it. Now that I’m middle aged I’m on the lookout for persimmonyness in my arms.