Happy New Year, folks!
Looking back on 2013, it was a big year for the Kim family. We bought a home with too many smoke detectors, I got knocked up and had a baby, James leased a car that beeps when you reverse, and Isaiah developed the habit of singing Happy Birthday any time he sees a candle. And as if that wasn’t enough fun, my parents moved to Korea after living in the States for 33 years. No biggie.
One of the things they seem to miss the most about being away from their home (besides me and their grandchildren of course … okay maybe not me but definitely the grandkids), is their persimmon tree. Or rather persimmon trees (multiple); they had 6 in total. You see, their home was in the boonies of Augusta (Hephzibah, actually) and they had clear open spaces to grow all sorts of sundries: lettuce, cucumbers, tomatoes, peppers, sesame leaves, squashes, pears, peaches, the list goes on and on. (They even went through a phase where they raised chickens so I was privy to fresh eggs!)
But of all their home grown treasures, their persimmon trees were their pride and joy (followed closely by their Asian pear trees). After many years of careful cultivation, they finally started to bear glorious fruit. Every winter for the past eight years, the trees would explode with the brightly colored persimmons, just waiting to be picked and loaded into boxes and bags for happy consumption. They would have so many that they would invite friends to come over and take what they could pick. It wasn’t just my parents that eagerly anticipated the persimmon harvest, it was all their close persimmon loving friends, too.
So when my parents’ house recently went on the market and sold (on December 31!), I suppose I should not have been so surprised when my parents told me that they were going to uproot three of their persimmon trees and move them to my aunt’s house nearby. And I should not have been in disbelief when my aunt told me that they actually did move the trees and plant them at her house. True gangsta persimmon love.
While persimmons aren’t as popular in the west, they are abundant in the east. Koreans go nuts in the winter for some persimmons, or 감 (gahm) as they call it. If you’ve never tried one, check out an Asian grocery store or farmer’s market. Alternatively, you could befriend some Koreans and they may be able to hook you up.
May your 2014 be sweet, bright, and bear much fruit!