Pomegranates were around centuries before their juice became the it drink about a decade ago. While a longtime favorite in Middle Eastern and Mediterranean countries, pomegranates were once mostly grown for decorative purposes in the U.S., incorporated into holiday garlands, wreaths and cornucopias.
Such a misunderstood fruit, and for good reason. Its leathery skin, although a gorgeous deep red to purple, does not get the salivary juices flowing like an apple, peach or banana. And when you finally do break into the skin, you’re met with hundreds of seeds encased in a spongy mass, which for the uninitiated looks far from appetizing.
Except for some, pomegranates are the nectar of the gods. The seeds are really arils, a yummy sac of juice that encases a tiny edible seed. Bite into an aril and you’re met with a one-of-a-kind sensation: A burst of juice, sweet yet slightly tart.