Tuesday was election day, of course, so I didn't have to be at school until noon. So I did what I usually do on that day, go hunting. I spent the early morning in Franklin County, Virginia pursuing turkeys and the mid-morning in Botetourt doing the same...all to no avail.
But upon leaving the Botetourt farm, I visited a persimmon tree that has produced a cornucopia of fruits in the past. And the tree was loaded with persimmons. I gathered a bag full and the next night, Elaine and I made persimmon bread.
Few things in life are as tasty as persimmon bread. Indeed, it is my favorite homemade bread and that includes breads made from wild and domesticated fruits. I am going to pay another visit to the tree soon, as there are plenty of persimmons left.