One of the best things about fall is eating persimmon pudding. It’s my favorite dessert of all time! Picking up said persimmons isn’t great fun — and running them through a colander is an even worse chore. While I helped pick them up, I’m not going to participate in the preparation or the baking.
Sort of reminds me of the story Mom used to read when we were kids. You know… the one about the Little Red Hen and that darned loaf of bread she whined about to everyone that would listen. “Who will help me EAT the persimmon pudding?“
I hope my cousin, Celina, remembers to share with Mom and I — even though we didn’t plant or harvest wheat. It is Mom’s tree after all, and I helped pick those little suckers up.
