Today's market had that unmistakable Monday energy—vendors still arranging their displays, the morning light catching stray water droplets on the greens. I wandered past the usual stalls and noticed a small crate of persimmons, the kind with flat tops and deep orange skin. The vendor mentioned they came from a grove two hours north, picked just yesterday morning.

Back home, I decided to make something simple: persimmon and ginger tea. I sliced one persimmon thin, watching how the flesh held its shape even as the knife went through. The ginger root was knobby and resistant, releasing that sharp, clean scent the moment I peeled back the skin. I put both into a small pot with water and a strip of lemon peel, then let it simmer on low heat.

While the tea brewed, I remembered my grandmother's kitchen in the countryside. She used persimmons in everything during autumn—dried slices hanging from strings in the pantry, mashed into sweet rice cakes, even fermented into a drink she swore could cure a cold. I never learned her exact recipes, but I remember the way she'd hold a persimmon up to the light, checking for firmness and color before deciding what to do with it.

The tea turned a pale amber after fifteen minutes. I poured a cup and took a cautious sip—warm, slightly sweet from the fruit, with that faint burn of ginger in the back of my throat. The lemon added just enough brightness to keep it from feeling heavy. I sat by the window with the cup in my hands, watching the street outside settle into its usual rhythm.

Later, I tried adding a spoonful of honey to the second cup. It changed the texture more than the flavor, making the tea feel rounder somehow, less sharp. I'm not sure which version I prefer yet. Maybe tomorrow I'll try it with a cinnamon stick instead of ginger, or skip the lemon entirely. Small changes like that feel satisfying in a way that's hard to explain.

For now, I'm left with half a pot of tea and the quiet satisfaction of making something with my hands. The kitchen still smells faintly of ginger and citrus, and I've saved the remaining persimmons for later this week. No grand plans, just the simple act of figuring out what works.

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