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There is now one cup of fresh-squeezed persimmon pulp sitting in our freezer. The Thanksgiving dream of turkey with persimmon sauce is one step closer to reality! (What am I talking about? Check out the second half of this post if you feel like you missed something.)
In other news, we went rafting Saturday at the US National Whitewater Center. Yes, we went swimming again, but this time everyone went in the drink, including the guide! I'm all dried out by now, but carrying a bruised bum as a reminder.