A warm welcome to Deborah who has become a follower via blog lovin and to Trudie a new follower on here. Thank you very much for taking time to read my whitterings. Incidentally if I've missed saying hello to you it's cos blogger confuses me and doesn't always put new followers in order (if that makes sense) so I'm not being rude if I don't mention you.
Moving on ...
Do you like pomegranates? (See you never know what you're going to be faced with on this blog do you?!) I know they're classed as some kind of super food these days with hugely beneficial properties but I've loved them since I was little. It was always a sure sign that Christmas was on the way when the small wooden crates appeared on the green grocer's shelves, holding the leathery fruits nestled in straw or shredded paper.
My Nan always used to buy them, split them in half and then my brother and I would be handed a pin each to prick out the jewelled seeds with. It kept us quiet for ages, digging for seeds and trying our best to avoid any of the horribly bitter yellow pith which made your mouth pucker.
I've noticed that the supermarkets are selling already prepared packs of the seeds now. Blooming ridiculous! And stupidly expensive to boot.
I bought a beauty last week; the size of a small grapefruit and pleasingly heavy with juicy seeds. I did expect this nanny state of ours to issue disclaimers about eating pomegranates with pins these days or at the very least have Social Services camped on the doorstep just in case! I think I got away with it though having smuggled it home.
Aren't they pretty?
I tried the grown up method of bashing the back of the halved fruit with a wooden spoon a la Jamie Oliver. Begrudgingly it wasn't too bad an idea. I wanted them to add to a cheese board as they provide a lovely contrast to creamy cheeses like brie when sprinkled over crackers or oat cakes.
It wasn't as much fun as pin pricking though! The fruit provided a good bowl full so the kids have been nicking spoonfuls of the remaining seeds.
Tomorrow, if this blog hasn't been closed down by Health & Safety I might tell you about the times we toasted doorstep slices of bread on a knife against the bars of Nan's gas fire. ;)
See you soon!