My Memaw had a persimmon tree and always had pulp packed away in the freezer for this rich and delicious treat; summer, winter, spring or fall. The original recipe was handed down from her mother and each daughter took the recipe and tweaked it a little to accommodate the individual tastes of their families. One daughter added cinnamon, one daughter added nutmeg. This is the recipe I grew-up with and I believe it is the original. Memaw passed away several years ago, but I can still close my eyes and picture the whole family feasting on her persimmon pudding in the tight cozy kitchen of her small farmhouse.