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Pom-A-Licious
November 07, 2005

One of the things that excites me most about the holiday season, besides The Most Adored Food Holiday In All The Land, is the arrival of certain food items to my local grocery store.


The Pomegranate.

#1 - I am all about the candies shaped (and flavored) like raspberries - the ones with the hard outer shell and chewy center. Num.
#2 - Satsuma Oranges. I carry these bad boys in my purse and snack on them at random moments throughout the day - in the car, in the office, watching TV, shopping for shoes...
And most of all, I love #3 - the pomegranate.

Even though it will coast you your first born daughter and all the camels in your tent to buy one of these jewels, it's totally worth it.

I can remember back in the days of elementary school when I used to sport my Partridge Family lunch box to lunch. It was the old metal kind with the matching thermos that was held in place by that little metal arm attached inside the box. Only, I never really understood the purpose of the little metal arm. I do suppose it was to keep the thermos in place when doing things like riding the bus. Although on the numerous occasions I sprinted to the lunch room - all arms and legs in the air - the little metal arm never prevented my thermos from being thrust to the ground when I would (quite often) trip and fall, sending all the contents of said lunch box flying.

I am older... but so many things are the same.

My classmates and I did what all kids across the nation did in those days - we sat the lunchboxes upright and opened the lid toward us creating a little private space in which to dine. Or to hid behind when bartering for contents. "I have tuna, today. I know that's your favorite - wanna trade for the peanut butter and jelly?" "I will swap you my Ding Dong for your Twinkies." "SCORE! I GOT SOUP IN MY THERMOS!"
I wasn't much of a trader, though. Not because I didn't want to, but because I never had much of what anyone else wanted. My favorite sandwich of choice was peanut butter and pickle, and I don't know too many 6-year old kids then, or now, who would be eager to take on such a creation. I didn't like Twinkies, and someone would have to rip the corn chips from my cold dead hands to get those things away from me.
And, I carted things like the pomegranate to school.

I can remember little Joey P. who used to chew his sweater sleeves during class, (which, one day induced him to vomit right there in Mrs. Bingham's class, so Mr. Ripell the janitor had to come and spread that sawdust stuff all over the pile of chunks), sat across from me during lunch. When I opened the box and found that half of pomegranate neatly wrapped in plastic film, I squealed with delight and shook my pigtailed head with vigor. (Even in those days, The Mother was packing a wet washcloth wrapped in plastic for me to wipe the red juice off my fingers. *sigh*)
Joey P. peeked around to see what I was so excited about, and when I showed him my pomegranate, he curled up his nose in disgust.
This from a kid who chewed his sleeves to the point of vomit.
"What is that weird thing?"
"A pomegranate, silly!"

The naivety of my culinary world assumed everyone knew what they were and loved them as much as I did. But I was wrong.
Before long the entire table of polyester clad kids were leaning in to see what the fuss was about. None of them had ever seen such a weird thing, and none of them could imagine what I was going to do with it.
So when I started twisting the fruit around to loosen the membrane and subsequently pick out the seeds, Joey started pointing at me and laughing.
I remember the other kids laughing, too. I did what any other 6-year old chided girl would do - I stuck my tongue out at him. Which made him stick out his tongue and flap his hands by his ears.
Scrawny Sara was sitting at the table behind me, and she came over next to me. "You threw up in Mrs. Bingham's class, Joey. That was gross!" And he immediately stopped laughing. Then Sara asked if she could try some of my pomegranate, which I gladly obliged her.
We have been friends ever since.

Posted by Foodwhore at November 7, 2005 09:46 PM

That's awesome. I was kind of the same way. We had Kumquat and Loquat trees in our backyard, and my grand father had one of those Star Fruit trees. People always gave me weird looks!

Posted by: Scott at November 7, 2005 11:08 PM

Yep, I lived for stewed quinces, but absolutely none of my friends had even heard of them. IŽd strip my grandparents trees bare and spend hours stewing them as my mum refused too. If I was really careful the frozen blocks of stewed quince would last until next quince season.

Posted by: DrJ at November 8, 2005 12:50 AM

I've got two satsuma trees in my yard that are bursting with satsumas. They are so good. I think I've picked 500 so far and given them away. There must be 1,000 left on the trees at the moment. I'll get to them.

Posted by: sandy at November 8, 2005 03:47 AM

I loved pomegranates as a kid--but I never took them to school. My Mom said they were too messy for that.

Posted by: Barbara at November 8, 2005 04:40 AM

And here I was thinking that pomegranates were just too much work to eat....ha!

Posted by: Tiberia at November 8, 2005 04:53 AM

To quote my darling daughter and her first experience with a pomegranate, "hmm, you eat the seeds?? Kinda taste like jello..mmm..Mom did you try this yet?? Mom..MOM, that's MY half!!!"

Posted by: Wendy at November 8, 2005 05:22 AM

I'd never had one until I SCORED a bag of a half-dozen barely overripe ones at the grocery store for a whole $1.49.

My kids think they are too much work to eat. Sigh. Would it be horrible if it all wound up as juice?

Posted by: Andrea at November 8, 2005 05:41 AM

You'd love Egypt. When I lived there (mumble) years ago we'd have pomegranate two or three times a week in season. Thet were ok, but my love was the oranges the size of grapefruit.

Posted by: kevin at November 8, 2005 06:25 AM

My stepdaughter loves them! I haven't tried them, yet. I'm going to have to.

One of my favorites is the clementines. mmm.

Posted by: Jessica at November 8, 2005 06:35 AM

Hey...care to share the secret of how to easily get those seeds outta there in one piece? I make a salad dressing w/ pomegranate seeds in it and I always wind up covered in red juice...

Posted by: denise at November 8, 2005 07:11 AM

We had a pomegranate tree (bush?) in our backyard when I was small. We picked at leisure and ate them in the backyard (messy) and had seed spitting contests. I was shocked when I saw the price of just one at the grocery store recently! We were rich and didn't even know it.

Posted by: Tricia at November 8, 2005 07:36 AM

I'm hooked on Republic of Tea's Green Tea with Pomegranate. It's a beautiful red and tastes delicious!

Posted by: Annie at November 8, 2005 08:16 AM

My fingertips are already black from eating pomegranates. They are my absolute most favorite fruit in the world (with raspberries a firm second).

I have to ask, though, how much do they cost out there? I pay about $1.50 each for *big*, luscious pomegranates, which, pound for pound, doesn't seem all that bad to me for exotic fruit that has to be imported.

Posted by: Kitchen Chick at November 8, 2005 10:16 AM

Right now you can get 2 large poms for $5.00 I've also seen them for $3.00/each. It all depends on the store.

Posted by: the Food Whore at November 8, 2005 11:22 AM

The easiest way I found to get the seeds out (I learned this trick from watching Nigella)

Cut the pomegranate in half, hold it face down over a bowl, and thwap it repeatedly with a wooden spoon. The seeds will rain down like "luscious rudy drops"

Nigella is awesome for descriptive narratives.

Posted by: Michael at November 8, 2005 02:54 PM

We have a pomegranate tree in our front yard that is just bursting with poms right now. Really bursting. That's how you know they are really ripe - when the skin begins to crack open because the seed are so full of juice. Discouragingly, someone came around a month ago in the middle of the night and stripped all the pomegranates from the tree that could be reached without a ladder. The sad thing is, they weren't even ripe. Red, yes, but not ripe. Idiots.

Posted by: elise at November 8, 2005 06:31 PM

I can totally identify with this story... I was a 4th grader with a love for braunschweiger on crackers... I kinda stuck out. :)
Then again, eating with chopsticks in the cafeteria was enough to cause a stir.

Posted by: Betty at November 8, 2005 08:00 PM

Along with the 2 varieties of orange trees, a yellow grapefruit tree, a tangerine tree, grape arbor, strawberry plants, and asparagus, we also had a pomegranate tree in our backyard.

I remember mom devouring them.

Sometimes (rarely, though) she would share with me.


- hfs

Posted by: HomefrontSix at November 8, 2005 09:50 PM

But now there's Pom Wonderful so we can enjoy pomegranates year round. Of course it's not the same without the messy seeds. And the juice is not a bargain either. Oh well, few good things are cheap.

Posted by: lee at November 9, 2005 11:14 AM

You can tell the seasons at our house by the fruit my wife eats, and pomegranates are at the top her list.

Posted by: DJ at November 9, 2005 03:33 PM

I love them.. and eat them by the ton when I was a kid.. not such much now (wonder why???) But I'm on my way to the supermarket right now and will pick one up and treat myself for lunch! YumO!

Posted by: Monica at November 10, 2005 07:05 AM

I was only in first grade but I couldn't "get over" this one girl who would come to lunch with ice cubes in her thermos; to keep her milk cold.

I freaked at the thought of watered down milk and she said she liked it. I'm very particular about my 1%-in-a-carton-milk these days too.

Posted by: Annex at November 10, 2005 09:08 PM

Growing up in Southern California, there were pomegranate trees in so many yards, as a kid we could pick them and eat them as much as we wanted. Of course my mother would make me sit outside on the steps when I ate them, so I didn't stain the carpet! I remember many an old t-shirt stained red with juice.

And I had a Partridge Family lunch box too!

Posted by: Cheryl at November 11, 2005 11:17 AM

I absolutely love poms too. I have gotten one in my Christmas stocking every year for as long as I can remember. I have passed on this tradition to my 7 year old now and she loves them too.

Posted by: Jozi at November 13, 2005 06:29 AM

I remember this half-Korean kid in grade school whose mother would give him dried squid in little plastic baggies to take to school to snack on. I sure hope it tastes better than it smells, because it seriously smelled like something died in his pockets. How something that smells so horrid could be so good to snack on, I'll never know. Oh well, to each their own I guess.

Posted by: Dan at November 13, 2005 12:14 PM

I never even saw a pomegranet as a child.. but discovered them when my own children were very small... they were a huge hit and it was a special treat every year...

this was a great post, brought back some nice memories for me, even without the poms!

It also inspired me.. next time i am in the store.. i think i will pick one up.. even thought my kids are grown and flown..


Posted by: kath at November 16, 2005 04:18 AM

Your post reminded me how great poms are. i remember being a kid and thinking they were just the height of fancy and regal food. We only ever had them when it was a special treat, and the color and the novelty of only eating the seeds just spoke to me.

Posted by: Darkfoxx at November 17, 2005 10:41 AM

 
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