Several years ago I bought Baby Lady a Pomegranate Tree. When she asked, I remembered when I was a young boy and would walk to my grandmother’s house. On the way to her house there was a family that had a large Pomegranate tree in the front yard. This family was friends of my grandmother. I knew better than to go into their yard and pick the fruit off of their tree as I was taught it was impolite without asking. Anyway, Grandmother always had fresh pomegranates from her friends so there really was no need. The tree was prolific. I always loved to see the tree in the fall full of lush red fruit and I couldn’t wait for Grandmother to have some fresh fruit from her friends. So, when Baby Lady asked me for a Pomegranate tree I didn’t bat an eyelash. She wanted it, we got it. Plain and simple. My love of pomegranates had nothing to do with it. I planted it in the back by the driveway out of view of unscrupulous fruit pickers. Then we anxiously awaited each year to see if it would bear fruit. We watched it blossom with the beautiful reddish orange blossoms and the fruit would start but it never made it to ripeness. Part of the problem was the yardmen who always seemed to knock off the fruit. The other problem was the tree was still young. Last year we thought we were going to get some to ripeness but they mysteriously disappeared. GRRR.  This year we finally got fruit. Joy oh joy!!! In celebration of being able to harvest we fixed this dish. Continue reading Whole Fillet of Salmon with Pomegranate Glaze →