This pomegranate looks fresh, but it’s actually a week or two old; perhaps wrenched from the tree by the wind that often grows stronger for a while in the baking afternoon.
The surface is dried and hard and we collected it after it had fallen; split open to reveal its rose-coloured pearls – a fruit equivalent of a sturgeon’s roe.
Anyone who knows London’s West End – with its myriad Chinese restaurants – may compare it to the food displayed in some windows; plastic, shiny versions of the real food on offer.
The pips, spinkled into a cold glass of Cava, are a treat.
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I love pomegranate, and the trees are really attractive 🙂
Posted by ladyofthecakes | August 14, 2014, 7:43 pmI really liked these ones on the fountain at the Alhambra. Also hard, but no good in Cava.
Posted by Charlotte | August 14, 2014, 6:55 pmJust a few pips. Our method is six glasses sin pips, two con. x
Posted by con jamón spain | August 14, 2014, 7:26 pmAre you saying the pips slow down your drinking from 6 to 2 or that you drink a total of 8?
Posted by Charlotte | August 14, 2014, 7:31 pm8 glasses with a pot luck of pips. A bit like those small green peppers where one is really hot (although it’s a bit more obvious with the pips swilling around).
Posted by con jamón spain | August 14, 2014, 8:10 pm