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Okay, so I have never had a pomegranate. This time of year I see them everywhere. Strange and somewhat mysterious, I had an adventurous moment while shopping and picked one up.
Now I love the taste of pomegranate, but to eat a fresh one, I was in for a surprise.
The fruit was huge. It was about the size of a soft ball. Smooth and although its skin is peel-able (who knew) Chris and I decided to take a knife to cut it in half and then figure out how to attack it. What a mistake.
On a white cutting board, we cut the strange fruit into half, meanwhile creating a splatter of about five feet. All the while the red juice began to flow freely on the cutting board. It looked like we just massacred a living thing.
It became clear that the “seeds” or what ever they are called held all that fruity pleasure. Armed with paper towels we stared to break apart the fruit. What was revealed were little “bags” about the size of corn kernels. Inside each kernel was a seed. It was like eating crunchy corn on the cob. A strange sensation of sweet, sour and crunch. Not that I totally disliked it, the red juices continued flow down my arms as I was still trying to figure out the best way to eat this.
Should I dig in like an orange? Well, that produced loads of juice, which flowed everywhere.
Finally I realized that popping each kernel out was much cleaner. So, we began to break away pieces and chew, and chew, and chew. My poor jaw was sore by the time I was finished with my half!
Now this may be the nectar of the gods, but the work of it all was just plain embarrassing. Finally, after about a half hour we had finished making a mess, I mean eating.
The next day I found spots of juice everywhere from the plants to my collection of cows.
I now appreciate why the juice is so expensive.
For this adventurous gal, I will leave eating the pomegranate to those who cherish the experience. As for me, give me a bottle of Pom and a couple of ice cubes...now that is my idea of nirvana.
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