Brittney wrote a little while back about her crush on the pomegranate, and someone commented that it seems like a whole lotta work for a little bit of fruit. It’s technically true, I suppose, but how lovely and meditative to stand over a bowl of water, your hands submerged, gently coaxing each seed from its little cubby and then discarding the pulp. When you’re done and you’ve cleared away the cloudy water and the bits of white, you get to admire your treasure.
I don’t know. I just find it soothing.
Food Therapy!!!!!!! Most good food takes patience.
And yet, I can cook nothing of substance. This must be remedied.
I have never actually eaten a real pomegranate. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever actually even seen one. But I have a pomegranate candle that rocks, I dig the juice, and my Midnight Pomegranate shower gel is awesome.