My memory of pomegranates is of trees planted as a hedge on old farm yards. They make a very secure hedge with their sharp thorns. There is something comforting about having a pomegranate tree in the orchard. Visually, it evokes memories of beloved old family homes and warm summer afternoons, when everyone was resting and a single pomegranate can turn into a big adventure.
To break open the dark red skin and expose the intricately
stacked arils that look like precious stones, is a delicious discovery. Filling your hand with the deep red arils and
putting them in your mouth at the same time allows you to bite into the bursting
arils allowing the sweet exotic juice to fill your mouth.
I can close my eyes standing in our orchard raising my face
to the sun eating pomegranate arils. I am instantly transported to my
grandmother’s house in Barrydale. I am standing next to the pomegranate hedge
near the dam looking up at the white-washed cottage through the apricot orchard
with hands stained with the sweet red juice.
I remember visits to my Dad in the Karoo and the long hot
quiet days with the heat on my skin and the blue sky stretching above me. The metal
sails of the wind pump kjirr-kjirr lazily in the slight breeze. Watching the
cool water spurting into the dam intermittently with a tjor-tjor, the sounds
become a rhythm of kjirr-kjirr, tjor-tjor, kjirr-kjirr, tjorr-tjorr.
With my feet dangling in the water, I would explore the
landscape of red arils in my pomegranate. Eating them one by one trying to make
the taste adventure last on days where your imagination needed to be as big as
the blue sky above you.
I have no childhood memory of the pomegranate featuring in
meals. Only as a tree that will grow anywhere and needing very little
attention. The pomegranate has been reclaimed by food-lovers and rightly so. It
is very healthy and versatile. I use it in roasts, salads, desserts and
cocktails. It can even brighten up a jug of lemon and mint water served on the
lawn on one of those warm autumn days.
Roasted chicken and brinjals with pomegranates, figs and pickled lemons |
It is no surprise to see farmers planting pomegranate orchards on the banks of the Breede River and the trees lend a very Mediterranean feel to the valley that I enjoy.
Lamb pate pancakes with pomegranates |
Exquisite ode to the pomegranate! Lovely post. Thanks for the evocative word and picture images.
ReplyDeleteFantastic Thys - you are honing many skills doing this blog!
ReplyDeleteThanks Clare, I am enjoying learning new skills and exploring old ones.
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