Despite the usual hustle bustle – surrounding raising four children, my parents took offbeat pauses to appreciate life with food. It was their way of displaying love. Because of this, every autumn, my siblings and I anticipated the arrival of pomegranates.
Pomegranates were not in vogue. They were unfamiliar, evoking another world, ancient and far away, especially in the small town where we lived. Their exotic appeal made them expensive. That didn’t stop my parents from buying one or two. Generously, they would decline eating any, stating they had many growing up in India and that it was our turn. So sweet.