Since last November, when the first pomegranates started appearing in our local Co-Op, we have been eating them daily.
I'm extremely fond of the pomegranate. I remember eating them at the pullout bread board in our kitchen as a child. Like avocados, lemons, oranges, artichokes...they grew happily in the California sun.
And we ate them all, in abundance.
But several weeks ago, the season came to an end, and we had to bid farewell to our dear pomegranate for the year.
We then settled into a routine with other winter fruit such as pears and apples. Two weeks had passed when Mike said very nonchalantly, "Did you know that there's one last pomegranate in the refrigerator?"
I was overjoyed with such a simple, yet decadent treat on one snowy morning in February.
We ate our last pomegranate with gratitude and appreciation.