Pomegranates are pretty hot right now, so out of curiosity we picked one up at the grocery store a while ago. It was still sitting in the fruit bowl this afternoon, just asking to be cut.
The only experience I had ever had with a pomegranate was in high school with a bunch of friends. I don't remember what it tasted like or what it looked like on the inside. I just remember ruining a sweater I had splurged on at the Gap, which was a big deal because the closest one was in Jackson Hole, WY, over an hour away from where I lived. It was supposed to be mostly green, but after that day it had a maroon colored spot right on the front. I was livid.
So I picked up this pomegranate and remembered seeing instructions on a sign at the grocery store. All I could remember was cutting off the top 1/2 inch or so. The rest would be cake, right? I mean, who need instructions to open a piece of fruit?
I cut the top off when I realized I was wearing a white shirt that I've only had for a month or so. I paused, debating on whether to take it off.
"I'm an adult now, and I have grown out of spilling on myself," I thought. Ya right. The fact that the shirt cost me about $2.00 is the only reason why I didn't change. I hoped for the best.
I started to cut it up and things were going well until one of the little pod things exploded... all over my shirt. It was a pretty color, but the shirt was history. I thought maybe I could save it by squirting MORE juice on it, hoping I could somehow make it look like the shirt was intended to have spots.
OK, stupid idea.
I made a mess all over myself and the countertop, but was triumphant.
Those pod things are actually really pretty. Taste good, too (with lots of sugar)... kind of a mix of grapes, berries and grapefruit. I think I'll opt for the juice next time, though.