There are lots of things that I remember and cherish about my Grandma. Of course her amazing cooking and the tastes and smells involved with it are among those fond memories. One of the things Grandma always had in her freezer and would pull out in the evenings when we needed a snack was persimmon cookies. It is really strange how you can take something that looks like an orange tomato and tastes bitter, dry, and makes your tongue itch and turn it into a tasty cookie. Leave it to those Central California farmers to figure it out.
So this week, Ellie and I got our persimmons and went to work.
Ellie's comment when we cut it open, "Mommy, it looks like a sunset!"
We had to use craisins instead of raisins. And yes, I'm sure that would be a big let down to my raisin farming grandpa, but we were all out. Unlike the days when we got all the free raisins our freezer could hold and had stem a whole cup of them when we got in trouble.
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