So Dante Gabriel Rossetti, in addition to having the most fantastic name, is my go-to Pre-Raphaelite. Sir Edward Burne-Jones, top of the charts for me as well, but for your reference, here is Jane Morris as Persephone. Barnaby dropped off a bag of large, heavy and gloriously ripe pomegranates from their backyard tree, not in Hades but North Hollywood, which, in fairness, also gets quite warm. I wanted just the juice, as the white membrane is bitter, so I cut them in half and used my electric citrus juicer.
I strained the juice as I measured it, to catch any last bits of pith and membrane, and got about 4 1/2 cups of juice, so I added a bit of water and called it 5 cups of juice.
This left me with some splendid handfulls of pomegranate pulp, and a spectacular sink. I thought about tie-dyeing my apron in this, but… next time.
5 cups of juice went into the stockpot with 1/2 cup of lemon and lime juice and 7 cups of sugar, then one 3 ounce packet of liquid certo. After boiling hard for one minute, the filled jars were processed for 10 minutes.
tip: cover all your cooking surfaces with clean kitchen towels. I have a pile set aside just for this purpose, and they are bleached and sterilized after every use. Not only are your cooking surfaces sterile, clean-up is much easier.