My introduction to persimmons was unusual. I was playing tennis next to an orchard. When the ball was lost over the fence, I, being the kind gentleman I am, went for a forage to find it.
For my troubles, I was immediately sconed on the head by a hard cluster of orange fruit. With the tennis ball nowhere to be found, I grabbed a handful of the fruit and took them back to my fellow tennis players as a substitute. They were decidedly unimpressed. more>
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