Last Saturday, I went with my roommate to the farmer's market in our neighborhood. I bought a bunch of crap, including these... they're American persimmons.
They are tiny and wrinkly and smushy. I asked the guy if this is how they're supposed to be. He told me that ideally, you'd want to eat these when they have the same texture as a 100-year-old woman's breasts. I thought... what the hell... and bought a little basket. They were weird.
Photo taken: in my kitchen, 11/14/2009
One might wonder how many 100-yr old women's breasts this dude had experienced...
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