Harley loves pomegranate.

Unlike many foods, which he appears to enjoy on first bite but then ignores completely — like pumpkin, polenta, sweet potato, and tofu, to name four — he always eats this.
(I'm sure Harley's former Mom thinks his current eating habits are strange. I don't know how to respond to this. Frankly, I think Harley's current eating habits are strange, too. As far as I can tell, he subsists on apple, toast, carrots, pomegranate, peas, peanuts, almonds, cheese, the couch, love, and air. I'm pretty sure that Peanut, who was one-tenth Harley's size, ate more than he does. But I guess that's a different story.)
Like me, Harley squishes the fruit pips in his mouth to drink them, and then spits the seeds out. He's much more willing to put up with the bother of a pomegranate than I am.
(And clearly, I am much more willing to put up with dirty kitchen appliances than most people. Would somebody please
clean that toaster oven?!?)