Last Friday morning, I went into our department kitchen to make myself a coffee, and felt as though I was interrupting an animated discussion between four members of our cleaning staff who were seated there eating their very good smelling burritos. They were talking about persimmons, and how much they liked them, and one was saying that she had a prolific persimmon tree in her back yard. Today, when I went back in search of the Nespresso machine once more, there was this very appealing plateful sitting on the table ...
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