Things I Love (XII): The pomegranate
Sunday, 29 October 2006 | 11:03
I peel a pomegranate and say to myself;
Weren’t it good if one could see,
the seeds of people hearts;
Tears come when the juice splashes in my eyes
Sohrab Sepehri
I love the tart, bitter, zesty, clean taste. I love the sight of the blood-red juice dripping between my fingers. I love the pulpy flesh surrounding tiny, crackling seeds, like so many velvet pillows. I love the hardiness of the thick pink skin that gives it its shape, so round and dignified. I love the translucence of the white inner peel, so delicate and thin. I value its contribution to autumnal feasts, and its place in my favourite season’s harvest. Juicy, messy, complex, delicious pomegranates…
Make sure you come and see us some year at this time and you’ll be able to pluck fresh ones from our trees.
You’re quite righr and they are indeed wonderful fruits and a lovely sight against the green of the lawn, now that the flowers in the garden have all passed away.
So are the parsimmon too; bright red and pale yellow .
Can’t send you a picture because my computer is away for repairs but I did photograph them two days ago.
On to your next pôst.
Ah, que tu as de la chance! Des grenades dans ton cour? Je suis tout à fait jalouse! Que ce serait bien de les manger directement de l’arbre… The climate is too harsh to grow them here; I unfortunately have to get mine from the grocer’s, after they’ve been brought in from warmer climes such as California.
But they are utterly delicious, my favourite fruit.