I took some much needed R and R and went to see my sister last weekend.
It was, to say the least, amazing for my tired self. We saw a couple of movies, ate out, walked, looked at antiques, cooked, tried to solder and took pictures of the pomegranates that grow in her yard.
I have to explain that my sister's yard is a magical place. There is a garden bed to wander in, a rose garden to ponder, a pool to relax with. A pool house to sleep in and pretend you are far, far away...A gazebo to share candle lit dinners, lilacs to smell, and what's not to love about Wisteria? She and her partner do amazing work with everything. So, when the pomegranates are ready, my sister, Carol, goes out and picks bags and bags of them.
Then she proceeds to peel them and get out all the seeds. Yep. ALL the seeds.
Then she takes thousands of seeds and puts them through a hand ricer. She presses each batch three times through the ricer to get all the juice out and to not have any taste of the seed that is left over.
My talented sister takes the juice and performs magic with it in the form of sorbet.
Don't ask me how. Just ask me how it tastes.
Like heaven, really.
I think I was supposed to help seed some of the pomegranates.
But I forgot. I had to take more pictures....