End of summer means no more deliveries of fresh vegetables and fruits from my dad’s garden. It is sad to wake up on a Monday morning and not look forward to a surprise.
Right after the weekend they closed our summerhouse for the season, my dad brought a crate full of tiny pomegranates, each the size of a large lemon. Underneath their bright yellow/pink skin were the sweetest seeds I have ever tasted. Instead of popping the seeds in my mouth one by one, I squeezed their juice and turned them into a frozen yogurt.