I waited. I was surprisingly patient. They sat on the kitchen counter taunting me for what felt like months. Until finally it was time- the persimmons were ripe.
I had all sorts of ideas on what to do with these persimmons when they were ready to my liking, but for whatever reason I landed on doughnuts. I think it's the long nights (Dark at 4:45pm?! How depressing.) that has my body thinking there is a seasonal gluten shortage and my belly needs to stock up for the cold winter months ahead. In reality, I'm just always thinking about doughnuts.


