Today, December15, 2007 we received a grand piano from my great-aunt Alberta (Hunt) Nicholson. A sort of gift from the grave. She passed away 6 years ago. It sits in our dining room. That's right, we will no longer dine but be 'kitchen-eaters'. Is that akin to bottom-feeders? Oh well, it's totally worth it!
The persimmon is from our dear friends Andy and Ana Preto-Bay. I hadn't eaten one since we lived in the Bay Area in the late 80's. I was delighted the first time I tasted a persimmon at our friend Karen Rosenbaum's house in Kensington. Soon after I wanted to recreate that delicious experience and purchased some from Safeway on Solano. Once home, I quartered the orange-red fruit and took a bite with much anticipation and salivation. To my instantaneous and most unpleasant surprise all the saliva in my mouth vanished. There was not a slippery surface left. I was shocked. I later called Karen and asked her what had gone amiss. She laughed and said that I had purchased an unripe persimmon which is very astringent. No kidding!
Now I tell the story to my 2nd grade music students when I teach the song 'Shake that Tree do-o, do-o.....shake them 'simmons down'.
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This was NOT posted by Jeff. This was posted by me, Susan Quebbeman. So pay no attention to the little blue letters at the bottom that say it was posted by Jeff. Hey, don't laugh. I was lucky to figure out how to post the thing and get the picture on. I even called it a blob instead of a blog.
Ok, let's try this. The comment that Susan just posted SAYS Jeff said....but it's not true and I think I figured out how to make this thing, this blob, use my name rather than his.
Nice blob! The piano is beautiful and your persimmon story funny!
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