On Thursday evening, I bought my first pomegranate. That night, I learned what all the fuss is about.
Don’t get me wrong: I’d eaten pomegranate seeds before. They are delicious: sweet, tangy, fresh, and crunchy. To my palate, they are utterly unique. But I’d never done the work of excavating my own pomegranate seeds from the fruit, and it turns out that being a fruit archaeologist is utterly delightful work. It’s messy, too: before I was finished, I’d sprayed both the wall and myself with droplets of dark red juice. You’d think that I would be smart enough to put on an apron, but nah—I’ll just wear a white t-shirt instead and cover that with juice.
I know others have shared ways to more easily extract the seeds from that webwork of membranes. I tried gently using a hammer to knock the seeds loose, but that didn’t work. In the end, my fingers were the best tools (aren’t they usually?), and I let myself sink into the slow task of de-seeding the pomegranate. At the end, I had a bowl filled with fresh pomegranate seeds and a new feeling of wonder. Also, I had more than a few pomegranate seeds in my belly—I’m an eat-while-you-work kinda person.