Or at least that was the conventional wisdom back around the turn of the century in American persimmon country. Most people, it seems, had either forgotten or never knew all the potential uses for the persimmon. One region that never seems to have forgotten is southern Indiana. Especially the town of Mitchell, which hosts a persimmon festival every year. As it happens, Mitchell is almost literally a stone’s throw from where the Pastry family is going to be spending Thanksgiving this year. I wish I could say I was going to be stopping by to sample the puddings and pies, and shake the hand of the Persimmon Queen, but alas it’s been over for more than a month now. Next year for sure!