Amanda picked up a pomegranate at the grocery store, and since it is my principle to let the kids get anything from the fruits and vegetables part of the grocery (well, almost anything) I let her pick it up.
I still remember my first pomegranate. I was younger than 7th grade (it was in our first house) but not too much younger. My dad brought it home. I don't think they were scattered all over like they are now, I'm pretty sure they were rare. It was amazing then, and it still is amazing now. I also remember when he brought home a coconut and some sugarcane---I think I enjoyed it more since we really didn't see them around every day.
The best part of having Amanda get the pomegranate was having her get the seeds out, with Luke's help. Someone somewhere suggested to me that you peel it under water. I'm not sure that was necessary, but it was fun. Sometime along the way Luke suggested that they plant some seeds. He claims that he remembers where he planted them: we'll see.
Luke suggested that we plant 5 seeds from each pomegranate, and since he has a good intuitive understanding of exponential math he said that one day they'd have a million pomegranate trees. They explained to their backwards mother that it wouldn't be a pomegranate farm, it would be an orchard. Right. They also explained how the seeds are not digested by birds, to aid with spreading the seed around and fertilization. Amanda so far refuses to eat the seeds. She says her brain knows they are edible, but her mouth doesn't.
Luke then suggested that we hold a "Pomegranate Fest" like the Apple festival we went to in the mountains last weekend. We would build a lodge for people to stay in, have pomegranate picking and make pomegranate cider and turnovers (although they agreed a pie might be too much). At the end of dinner they were making drawings for the pomegranate cider press, based loosely on the apple cider press we used last weekend.
When Luke and Amanda hold their first pomegranate festival, remember you heard it here first. I can't wait to go.
I still remember my first pomegranate. I was younger than 7th grade (it was in our first house) but not too much younger. My dad brought it home. I don't think they were scattered all over like they are now, I'm pretty sure they were rare. It was amazing then, and it still is amazing now. I also remember when he brought home a coconut and some sugarcane---I think I enjoyed it more since we really didn't see them around every day.
The best part of having Amanda get the pomegranate was having her get the seeds out, with Luke's help. Someone somewhere suggested to me that you peel it under water. I'm not sure that was necessary, but it was fun. Sometime along the way Luke suggested that they plant some seeds. He claims that he remembers where he planted them: we'll see.
Luke suggested that we plant 5 seeds from each pomegranate, and since he has a good intuitive understanding of exponential math he said that one day they'd have a million pomegranate trees. They explained to their backwards mother that it wouldn't be a pomegranate farm, it would be an orchard. Right. They also explained how the seeds are not digested by birds, to aid with spreading the seed around and fertilization. Amanda so far refuses to eat the seeds. She says her brain knows they are edible, but her mouth doesn't.
Luke then suggested that we hold a "Pomegranate Fest" like the Apple festival we went to in the mountains last weekend. We would build a lodge for people to stay in, have pomegranate picking and make pomegranate cider and turnovers (although they agreed a pie might be too much). At the end of dinner they were making drawings for the pomegranate cider press, based loosely on the apple cider press we used last weekend.
When Luke and Amanda hold their first pomegranate festival, remember you heard it here first. I can't wait to go.
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