Audge can be one stubborn dame. With her persimmon tree heavy with fruit, stooped like an octogenarian, I asked her this morning for the recipe for her show-stopping, locally-legendary persimmon cookies.
She shook her head, a gleam in her eye. No.
I blink. "I can't have it?"
"No."
"But I'm gonna blog about it. And a whole 100 or so people will read your recipe and rejoice."
"Nope. I'm not giving it out to anyone anymore. Not until Martha Stewart puts me on her show. Then I'll tell the world."
Well that put the kaibosh on my blog post. But what could I say? The cookies are indeed THAT worthy. They are. I've had them. Chewy and cakey at the same time, not too sweet, but with a pleasant fruity under-taste, they're almost the best thing about the crazy back-to-school season.
I wouldn't divulge a commodity like that for free either.
There is some blending of ingredients, some secret alchemy, that Audge infuses these delights with. She's always been a force in the kitchen, but with these persimmon cookies, she approaches art. No wonder she's not talking.
Many bakers, far more talented than I, have tried to recreate them. All have failed.
We're just gonna have to wait for Martha to come calling. Martha?! Are you out there?
Stumble It!
i am always impressed with people, especially women, that can say no. it takes a great deal of confidence to say that.
Posted by: Seraphine | September 18, 2008 at 01:31 PM