:: :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.