Lessons of the fruit persuasion

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

I hesitate to share this with you, mostly because it makes me look like a total idiot, but I feel like being honest with you about something that literally blew my mind Sunday night. This is probably old news to all of you smart, educated people out there. But to me? Life changing.

I ate a pomegranate.

For the first time.

Ever.

Sure, I've enjoyed pomegranate in my smoothies and as a lovely compliment to many mixed juices, but a pomegranate fruit on its own? Never. Eating a pomegranate actually never crossed my mind.

When Clay and I were at the grocery store on Saturday, he suggested we buy one. When he tossed the pomegranate in our shopping cart, I could have sworn it was some kind of turnip, but my hubby has a college degree and I had to trust in his ability to be able to correctly identify pieces of fruit. It sure didn't look delicious, but I decided to give it a shot.

And Sunday night we commenced with the mind blowing.

After I prepared our healthy dinner of grilled salmon and steamed veggies, Clay treated us to dessert by taking out a knife and getting to work on the pomegranate. I looked over his shoulder, curious to see what was inside.

This. This is what was inside:


Was anyone else besides me completely unaware that this is what a pomegranate looked like? Like a beehive? When Clayton's face didn't mirror my own bewildered expression, I realized that clearly I'm the only moron on the planet who had no idea what this fruit was all about. And to be honest, it kind of grossed me out. It doesn't look like a fruit so much as it looks like a giant pocket of red pimples. Like some kind of disease festering inside your body.

There was no way I was going to eat it.

"Come on, give it a try!" Clay said encouragingly, scooping out a few seeds and popping them into his mouth. "It's really good!"

No way. The thought of one of those red pockets exploding in my mouth made me want to gag. I have this weird thing about hating the texture of some fruits.  The last time I ate a slice of orange, I immediately spit it back out into my napkin and yelled at Clayton for trying to poison me.

But then Clay hit me over the head with my own weakness: "I thought you were into trying new things," he said smugly.

Dangit. Fine.

Hesitantly, I placed one of the red capsules on my tongue. "Now what?" I mumbled.

"Eat it, dummy."

Ugh. Whatever.

I cringed in preparation  for the vomiting that was about to take place all over my kitchen floor and bit down on the fruit.

A small burst of juice flooded my mouth and I swallowed quickly.

"Mmmm! That actually tastes like a pomegranate smoothie!" I concluded, surprised.

Clay looked at me like I was stupid. "I think you mean a pomegranate smoothie actually tastes like a pomegranate. And yes, you're right."

I've been eating the little seeds, or arils as they are properly called, like candy. In fact, I snacked on a few of them yesterday afternoon before my tempo run to utilize some of the sugar for a quick energy boost.

You learn something new every day! Even though that thing might be something that apparently everyone else in the world but you already knows.

But did you know that a lot of children and tweens can't even recognize most fruits and vegetables? In Jamie Oliver's 2010 TV show Food Revolution, the famed chef traveled to an elementary school with an arsenal of fruits and veggies that he asks the students to properly identify. And they couldn't! They thought tomatoes were potatoes! The kids sure like ketchup and french fries, but they don't realize what those food items are actually made of. And that's frigthening.



I plead the fifth on not being able to properly identify what a pomegranate looks like on the inside, but I have enough wherewithal to know what an egg plant is. Why? Because I was raised by parents who forced me to try different foods and as and adult I make it a point to eat a variety of fresh fruits and vegetables ever day. And you can bet your sweet bottom that my children will, too. My future children, bless their destined-to-be-gorgeous hearts, will be the snobs sitting smugly in the back of the classroom, sighing at the stupidity of their fellow kindergartners. "Um, hellooooooo! That's so obviously kale. DUH."

I love them already.

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3 comments

  1. They are really good on salads too!

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  2. And in champagne! The bubbles make them go up and down, which is surprisingly entertaining.

    Or, one could say, I'm surprisingly easy to entertain.

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  3. So I'm not the only one who is freaked out by the textures of some (most) fruits....

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