They are an impractical fruit - hard work is required to free the succulent seeds without getting caught out by the bitter-tasting membrane - and even now in sober adulthood, they seem wonderfully exotic. A fruit crammed with sparkling gems; a gateway into the magic and splendour of the east.
All this came flooding back this afternoon when I ate my first pomegranate in something like 25 years - blood red, delicious and evocative.
Comments (6)
love them too. half the thrill of eating them is getting each little seed out. I think they look like beautiful jewels.
Posted by Alisa | December 18, 2005 5:13 PM
Posted on December 18, 2005 17:13
I've never had one. But you're making me want to give them a shot.
Posted by Lisa | December 18, 2005 6:24 PM
Posted on December 18, 2005 18:24
i like pomegranates
Posted by charles | December 20, 2005 12:44 AM
Posted on December 20, 2005 00:44
Any reason why you wanted one after 25 years?
Posted by John | December 21, 2005 3:43 PM
Posted on December 21, 2005 15:43
I was led astray by a woman.
The best, and the worst, journeys usually begin this way.
Posted by Gerald | December 21, 2005 6:07 PM
Posted on December 21, 2005 18:07
That will always lead to trouble my friend. Although I must say, if you enjoyed it then maybe it was worth it. The woman that is ;)
Posted by john | December 21, 2005 8:17 PM
Posted on December 21, 2005 20:17