Flammkuchen with persimon, bresaola and rocket

"P ersi- WHAT?" , the man asks and surveys his plate suspiciously. Actually, that looks pretty good, which I have just pushed into his hand. And it smells appetizingly freshly baked. But his is-there-for-something-again-strange-in-the-eater-eagle eyes, of course, equal to the yellow thin slices with the sun pattern targeted.

"Is that something from the sea? "The man has fears. "Nope, that's fruit. And it's called Persimon, "I let him know. "That still belongs." The man sniffs at the plate and then bites off a bit courageously. I have to grin. "Hm! That's good. "A bigger piece disappears. "Amazing! I would not have thought. It's subtle - but very interesting. What's that thing's called exactly? "

" Persimon. This is a kaki with a protected designation of origin ". I'll just say a little bit about the knowledge I just got: "It's from Spain and has been cultivated in a river valley near Valencia since the 18th century." "Oh, no kaki," the man relaxes. "I do not know when I last ate ..." The last Haps Flammkuchen disappears in his mouth. "Yeah, the taste is good," says the man happily. "Something juicy between peach and mango ... but not so perfumed. Still something else? "The plate is stretched out with. Looks like the Persimon has a new fan. I get off the kitchen angele the next tarte cake out of the oven and start cutting the orange-yellow fruit into thin slices.

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