Here for such a short time, that delectably frustrating fruit.
I'll obsess over the holiday arrival of my favorite super food for months. But once they arrive, carefully packaged in crates and bins at the local produce mart, the sweetness becomes cloying and I can't help but reevaluate our relationship.
Sure pomegranates look great, all shiny and red, sporting that weird crown shaped sepal thing, but are they really worth the effort?
You know I look good.
|Son of a...|
Say good-bye to your social life, hobbies, and work productivity.
You can't even speak to another human being without Pomegranate getting in the way. Seeds spitting in all different directions, juice running like blood...
Speaking of which...
You will always look like one of two things while consuming Pomegranate.
A serial killer cannibal, or a zombie in the middle of a meal.
|Not undead, just on her second pomegranate.|
One of them will probably hit you in the eye.
|Vitamins and nutrients delivered straight to your face!|
|Otherwise, things quickly spiral out of control.|
It's a tricky relationship, and once you feel like you've figured out how to handle Pomegranate in all it's beautiful ridiculousness...
You beautiful psychos.