Monday, 8 October 2007
Must be autumn, I made my first fruit crumble of the new season tonight. There's a slight chill in the air of a morning... and that adds up to fruit puddings of one kind or another. Italians don't seem to do cooked fruit much, for some reason, and they always greet my hot fruit desserts with surprise and/or suspicion. But tonight's plum & almond effort went down well enough. I didn't do custard, it's still far too hot for that (25°/26° most days).Meanwhile we had after dinner we had cachi, one of my flatmate's very favourite fruit. He waxed lyrical about how the first cachi of the year means the beginning of autumn to him. They turn out, upon googling, to be persimmons: a fruit which in my ignorant mind was always something semi-mystical. Didn't Eurydice dine on Persimmons as she awaited Orpheus? Or Hercules steal them from somewhere? Or maybe they Princess Badoura liked nothing better than a ripe persimmon of an evening? I dunno. Anyway, they reminded me of something rather Japanese, perhaps because of the odd glutinous texture which I for some reason associate with Japanese food. Apparently they're common in the states, though. You can make a persimmon pie, to be served with whipped cream (why does this not surprise me?) Perhaps I should cook up some of the (enormous superabundance of) cachi now occupying the fridge, and unite our two autumnal fruit passions.