Pomegranate is the traditional fruit of the central Iranian plateau where it originates. It is also one of the most ancient fruit trees to be domesticated and is known to have been grown in the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. The pomegranate grows from Iran to the Himalaya in northern India and was cultivated and naturalized over the whole Mediterranean region since ancient times. The field gene bank at Yazd in central Iran has over 700 different types of trees, some of which going back to antiquity.
The fruit was used as a holy symbol and respected in zoroastrian worshipping ceremonies and rituals.The pomegranate symbolized the soul’s immortality and the perfection of nature for Zoroastrians. Then it became a port of the Iranian mythology which tells that Esfandiyar became an invincible hero after he ate the pomegranate.
The pomegranate plant is evergreen throughout the year, enabling thus the human mind to attribute to it the immortality of the soul. In time, the many seeds in a single fruit have come to stand for prosperity.
The north of Iran is well know for some of the best pomegranates in the world and it's culinary use in persian cuisine is visible in many dishes.
I would like to invite you for a culinary feast of these Persian rubbies that will forever engraves your soul with its rich flavours.
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I was raised by chickens in the heart of a cabbage-land. Since an early age I was exploring my creative side using any materials I could find in the hen-house with little enthusiasm from the chickens. When I reached adolescence I realized that my wings are strong enough to take me anywhere I wished so I flew to an island across the sea. There I learned about the cynicism of the business world. I came back and I learned about the cynicism of the academia. Years of university and corporation have almost completely wrecked my creative soul. Thus I took the little bit that was left of my soul and flew across the ocean to do something good. There I have learnt about the cynicism of the humanitarian world. I buried the ashes of my soul and I couldn't be more surprised when one day I saw it sprouting in a barren soil. Bashfully I started doing this and that. Now I'm back in the cabbage-land and I keep doing creative stuff including cooking.