Not all of one, just a bit. I shared it with my husband.
Someone brought this persimmon to work and left it in the communal kitchen as an offering. I accepted and took it home, having never tasted one before.
I wanted to taste because one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets is called “Persimmons.” The poet is Li-Young Lee, and “Persimmons” is the first poem of his that I ever read. I fell in love with it, and have fallen in love with many others by him since then.
I like the poem better than I liked the taste, although I liked the taste well enough. It’s a bit too sweet for me—unlike the poem, which is just right. It’s a gorgeous fruit, though, isn’t it?