The first pomegranates were in the market this past weekend. They were small, but a couple still found there way home with me. They were sharp and tart and tasted similar to parts of a young, bone dry, French rose'. They were photographed outside in the harsh glare of very late afternoon.
Most of one found its way to a juicer and that juice was added to a sauce for a duck breast. A few of the seeds served as a garnish. Good meal. Pretty fruit.