This bread reminds you of the holidays, keeping it soo hearty and so tasty.
Ingredients:
- 2 eggs
- 1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
- 3/4 cup white sugar
- Pinch of Salt
- 1/2 cup vegetable oil
- 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
- 1 cup persimmon pulp
- 1/2 cup chopped almonds
- 1 teaspoon baking soda
Preparation:
First, you need to make the persimmon pulp. So take 4 to 5 larger persimmons and remove the top knot of leaves and stem. Pulse in a food processor until finely blended.
Pour the pulp into a mixing bowl, you don’t have to clean your processor, then chop your almonds.
Mix your dry ingredients in one large bowl. Mix your wet ingredients separately (the eggs, pulp, and oil). Then mix the wet into the dry with a slow stirring motion.
Once completely combined. Pour mixture into a baking dish of any kind.
I used my silicon 9″ by 12″ sheet cake pan, but you can use something else but you should probably grease it with a little veggie oil.
Get your oven up to 350 and bake for about a half hour. Although depending on your pan, this may take longer if it’s a deeper than a sheet cake. So check on it, push a toothpick in the center and see if it comes up clean.
If it does, you are done!
Story: 
My boyfriend, Charlie, works with my father swapping cars for the dealerships around here. My great Uncle Sal (my father’s uncle) also works swapping cars sometimes and he had gone to visit my grandfather (Great Uncle Sal’s brother. duh.) earlier that day. My grandparents have a huge garden (more farm like on a half acre) with tomatoes, potatoes, zucchini, pumpkins… and a whole bunch of other things I can’t think of right now.
So my grandfather gave some garden fruits and veggies to my great Uncle Sal and then later in the day, Uncle Sal had given a small box of them to Charlie after a car swap. I get home from work and see the box, and Charlie calls out from the living room telling me how he got them from Uncle Sal and how he wanted me to make pasta sauce with the tomatoes in the box.
I pull out my pots to get situated to make pasta sauce and only then, as I was about to pull out the “tomatoes” I realize, they weren’t any tomatoes in the box. There were five overly ripe (which means they were much redder than usual) medium sized persimmons.
So I walk into the living room. Show Charlie the persimmon and ask him what it is. He still thinks its a tomato. He had actually never heard of a persimmon before. And granted, the red color of these particular persimmons did have a resemblance to a tomato coloring… they are totally different fruits!
Although I still made pasta sauce that night (from cans of stewed and paste tomatoes) I couldn’t believe Mr. Smarty Pants Charlie didn’t know what a persimmon was.