I have pomegranates. Ooh, they're bleeding. On my cutting board. Yuck. Now I have to clean that up!
Puree the pomegranate seeds. Ooh, purty.
It's still purty, although the froth does subside after a while.
I reluctantly admit it: I grew up in a household that believed that the only vegetables worth eating came from a can. And then were boiled until no possible semblance to edible food was discernable. Thankfully, I do not subscribe to that belief.
The turkey tenderloin has finished cooking in the pomegranate glaze.
I love a productive day in the kitchen. And I do fervently believe that even failures can result in furthering knowledge. Go ahead: at the very least, all you have to lose is a delicious meal. At the worst, hard earned money. If these parameters are within your tolerance zone, then I invite you into my world.