On the giveaway table at work there’s often good stuff to be had. Sometimes there are books. Sometimes there’s interesting tea. So when I saw what I thought was an heirloom tomato, I snatched it right away. I had made fried green tomatoes with great success a few months ago, so I thought I’d do the same with this little orange baby.
It was when I cut into it that I began to suspect it might not be a tomato (why? Because it had no seeds). But I barreled on through, and dipped it in flour, egg, and breadcrumbs, cause hey, I already had everything set up in bowls. It got nice and crispy when I fried it. And it smelled heavenly.
But as I dug in there was a sweetness underneath that lovely fried layer that I thought was suspicious. Squash, perhaps, I thought? Then I went online and typed in “orange fruit that looks like a tomato” and BOOM, there it was. Hello, Persimmon!
I am 49 years old and still can’t identify a tomato from a persimmon. When in doubt, I have decided, fry and eat.