Dear Esteemed Colleagues,
Please indulge me for a moment, or skip down to the bottom of this missive (where it says, "TL;DR").
On a recent trip to HomePlus, one item on my shopping list was 1 kilo of tomatoes for our latest experiment in home cooking (tomato soup!). I found a lovely tray of round, red-orange, luscious-looking fruits and brought them home.
The time came to cut up the tomatoes for the soup. Leslie was chopping apples for apple crisp across the counter from me. The tomatoes were surprisingly soft--like no other tomatoes I had ever held in my hand before. And then, Leslie said the last words that any man with a kilogram of tomatoes in front of him, all ready to make tomato soup, wants to hear:
"Honey, why does it say 'Fresh Persimmons' on the box?"
Stunned, I replied, "These aren't tomatoes?"
Leslie examined one with a practiced eye. "Look at the green thing on top. Tomatoes don't look like that."
"Don't they?" I replied, eyes widening in disbelief.
Disaster was averted by means of a quick trip to a nearby roadside vegetable vendor. The tomato soup was made and consumed amid much rejoicing. But there remains a kilogram of the most tomatoey-looking non-tomatoes I've ever seen in my life taking up precious space in our refrigerator.
And this, my friends, is where the Happy Ending comes in--and you can have a part to play in this happy ending!
TL;DR: Leslie and I have a bunch of persimmons in our fridge that we won't use. I'll bring them to the fridge in the faculty lounge tomorrow (Tuesday, Oct. 19), and you are welcome to as many of them as you like, or the whole tray--first come, first served.
Thank you for your attention.
Sincerely,
Daniel
P.S. TL;DR = "Too long; didn't read."
A wonderful story, Daniel!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!
I hope you guys are thriving and happy!
With all my love to you and your beautiful wife,
Walter/Grandpa