Monday, December 14, 2009












Persimmons start arriving in November. During the first week of December, I place 6 persimmons on a plate on my counter. They soon become soft, dark in spots and quite frankly, if it were summer, they would gather flies. I carefully wrap and pack them to make the trip down to New Orleans. I give the gift of rotting fruit to my mother-in-law, Anna. Because I love her. Not kidding.


My mother-in-law was born in Padua, Italy and raised in Rome and spent her teen years back in Padua (which is between Venice and Verona).  The holidays were filled with roasted chestnuts, panettone, linguine alle vongole e cachi. Cachi are persimmons. The way to eat them is to let them ripen to the point of rotting, lean over the sink and rip into them.  I know she only eats them in privacy: I have never seen her indulge, she is too much of a lady. It is one of those things in which you need a moment alone. We all have one.


In celebration of the holidays and my lovely inlaws (and they are lovely):


Strange Holiday Gelato


Anna’s Persimmon Sorbetto
Uber ripe, sweet, slightly spicy and ultra Italian.


Roan’s Pure King Leo Stracciatella
Mint, smashed candy canes, bittersweet chocolate? Yes, please for my sweet nephew.


Francesca’s Coquito
Thai coconut milk, egg yolks, vanilla and rum. AKA “Puerto Rican Egg Nog” for my lovely friend Francesca, like a sister.


Domenico’s Nocciola
Just pure hazelnut for my father-in-law.


Julian & Gabe’s Sweet Clementine
For my nephews who are getting so tall I forget how little they are.


Quince
Quite possibly my favorite thing to poach.


Enjoy the holidays with what makes you happy and, well...different. We love different.


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