One of the highlights of the fall for me and my brother growing up in SoCal was pomegranite thievin' season. It was high adventure for young boys after school. Hopping cinder block walls of yards we'd been casing all summer long. Getting chased by vicious dogs. Getting yelled at by mad old ladies. Phone calls to the parents. Vehement denials by my brother and me, all the while with faces and tee shirts stained bright red. The wooden spoon. The whippin' with the belt for lyin' our thievin' asses off to Dad. Ah the memories of childhood.
Let the Mexican restaurants do the dirty work, and order up a top shelf Pomegranite Frozen margarita. All the vitamins, antioxidants, omegas and brain freezes you can ask for.![]()
Tip: My daughter loves pomegranite and when she "cleans" them she fills a large bowl with water and holds the fruit under water while prepairing it, much cleaner way to do it.
tasty no.
id rather eat the herring.