A friend gifted me three beautiful persimmons. I had no idea what to do with them so I thought-jam. Bad idea.
Using my knowledge of fig jam making, I started slicing and dicing without really knowing what I was doing. The cooking went well. It smelled wonderful with all the added cinnamon, nutmeg and ginger. Look at that color. It was beautiful.
All was well until I tasted a big spoonful and discovered in horror that I must have used parts of the fruit I shouldn't have. It was full of unchewable fiber.
I tried sieving it. I even tried pushing it though a garlic press and a tea strainer.
For all that work (and mess) I ended up with about two tablespoons of something edible.
Mmmmm....homemade jam on toast at teatime. It didn't last long but it was good while it lasted. I think I may have to go buy some strawberries. I have jam fever.