And these are the seeds (aka arils) that are inside.
Looks like something from outer space, eh?
- Score the outside of the pomegranate with a large (sharp) knife at 3, 6, 9, and 12 o’clock.
- Pull apart the sections and start gently pulling the seeds off the white membranes with your fingers.
- Drop seeds into a bowl of water to separate the arils from any remaining pith.
- Skim the pith and drain the seeds.
- Serve on salads, as a garnish (in say a martini), or eat ’em plain. They have a bit of a crunch because of the little seed inside, but it’s totally edible.
I decided to start cooking. However, it couldn’t be something simple like baking cookies. I had to make a bundt cake. Which I’ve never done before. And I didn’t stop there. In order to keep the munchkin busy, I made play doh first. It probably would’ve helped to start with a clean slate because by the time I was ready to make the cake, the kitchen was trashed, I was out of clean measuring cups, and it was nearly 4 o’clock.
But I got it done and attempted to take a break between baking and dinner. Which turned out to be an hour spent dealing with poop. Because my child decided to not wear a diaper. But in her defense, I let her. Because I was tired of toddler wrangling. And she had already pooped in the morning. And twice in one day? That wouldn’t happen, right? Wrong.
I decided to bump Wednesday’s dinner plan to tonight since I knew that it was pretty labor intensive. And I neglected to factor in the amount of time it takes to make a new recipe. But the chicken pot pies turned out quite tasty despite the fact that I didn’t have the right size ramekins and the crust sunk into the filling and looked like a meteor hit them.
Tuesday night is Biggest Loser night. Usually accompanied by ice cream. However, a toddler without a nap makes it near impossible to watch television. And eat ice cream in front of her? Not gonna happen. By the time she is finally in bed, we are wiped out… Once again proving that it is drastically more difficult to be home all day with her than at work. Yet, I still miss being home. Everyday.
So what do you do on a snow day?