Usually one post is enough to get something out of my system, but I still have pomegranates on the brain. So, I regale you with my list of Why I Like Pomegranates:
1. Pomegranate. It’s fun to say. Much more fun than, say, guava (the vowel’s too long) but not quite as much fun as banana (I like the repetition of it).
2. They’re good for you.
3a. Can I just mention that I totally geeked out on the Wikipedia aril entry? It’s a deadly combination of Latin words, biology and food all rolled into one entry. On top of that, the note up top distinguishing aril (the aformentioned seed-fruit combination) from aryl (a chemistry term that Wikipedia has incorrectly defined as an organic chemical radical) links it back to chemistry. It’s beautiful.
4. They’re dead sexy, and I don’t really mean that in an ironic Austin Powers kind of way. There’s something about the moment when you crack open a pomegranate, and it’s all glistening and shiny with scarlet fruit. Sometimes, in the process of cracking it open, you accidentally cut into the fruit and there’s a rivulet of deep red juice that trickles onto your hands.
If pomegranates were people, they’d look like Carmen Sandiego. They’re definitely female, and I’m sure that they’re homewreckers. But dead sexy homewreckers, let me tell you.