In sixth grade one year we went on a field trip to see some Indian ruins (I was living in Flagstaff, AZ which is surrounded by much native American culture). Now of course to a sixth grader staring at empty dirty caves with broken pieces of pottery is as about as exciting as sitting down and watching the paint dry. Sure it is educational, but really I only remember two things about the field trip. One was that we stopped by the side of the road and picked nuts off Pinon Pine trees. They are pine nuts, though taste slightly different. The second thing was staring at my friend eating a strange looking fruit. She was sitting at the back of the bus picking at this fruit. Her hands were stained red and I noticed she was only eating part of it. I asked what it was. A pomegranate. She gave me one of the seeds. I thought she was stingy but now knowing how hard they are to dig out the seeds, one was good. It was a tart burst in my mouth and I could not decide back then if I liked it or … [Read more...]