I brought a pomegranate home. I couldn't remember what it tasted like.
Using a knife, I cut the hard shell into pieces and sucked out the plump, sweet seeds. It reminded me of eating lobster, but even messier.
Like a gruesome scene from Dexter, the cut fruit lies in a pool of its own...juice.
I totally gorged out on this treat. Only the carcass and my stained cutting board remain.
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