It wasn't the apple....that's for sure. It only has 5 seeds and has no where near the "new car" appeal that a pomegranate does. Yes... the beloved and sensual Pomegranate. What could be more fecund? Glorious, red and round, she is a beauty to behold. She hangs off the small tree, waiting for hands to grasp her. Slip inside this round world and take a peek at the hundreds of plump seeds - mmm absolutely deliciously divine. This ancient fruit, first cultivated amongst olives, figs, grapes and dates brings us back to a different time. Imagine lovely figs, grapes and pomegranates, all nested in a hand rubbed olive wood bowl. A far cry from the Plastic Pom brand juice bottle that has crept it's way into our local grocery stores and a far drive from the Mesopotamia Valley. A symbol of life, rebirth and eternal life.... I dare say that the apple pales in comparison with what this babe has to offer.
Waking up from my fig leafed dream of flowing white robes and beautiful people feeding me grapes and palm wine, I sit in my hot kitchen, sweating, grumpy, two kids in need of attention and a change of mood. I grabbed the large bottle of Pom sitting in my fridge and toss 1 cup into the blender with 2 cups of ice and blended until I had a crimson slush. Poured it in to the hand etched glass.... something so beautiful, no matter how far removed from it's original beauty, deserves a lovely vessel to transport it's deliciousness into the mouths of the hungry, hot and crabby.
Рецепт Pomegranate Slushy
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