2 photos because it's just THAT beautiful


Today, I bought a pomegranate. Buying one pomegranate every winter, I believe, stems from my mother's ritual of doing so. Every time she'd pick up the dull looking fruit that held little treasures inside, she'd recount her memory of getting one around Christmas every year from her father (my grandpa) in her stocking. I've never tired of her forgetfulness in telling me countless times of her pomegranate winters with grandpa because I know the importance and meaningfulness of simple memories such as these.

Pomegranates are quite a process to open up but well worth the effort. They are a complex bundle of little rubys that swell with tart crimson juice and are great for eating as is, or in my home-made yogurt granola combo as seen above.