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November 10, 2005
Persephone
I bought a pomegranate at the co-op the other day. I decided today to have some of it for lunch.
The arrival of the pomegranates in the produce section has always made me happy to be alive in November. They're such amazing fruits. And whenever I have one, I remember the first time, when I went shopping with Heather, a fellow RA in my hall at my undergraduate university, and she was so astonished that I'd never eaten a pomegranate she insisted on buying one right that instant and taking it back home to eat.
I love pomegranates. I love everything about them. I love the fact that their slightly unappealing rind hides such glories. I love that fact that peeling and eating a pomegranate is such a sensual process. You delicately peel away the exterior, careful to not puncture any seeds, and there they are, a fruit full of jewels. And then you have to carefully, carefully remove each seed individually, lest it should burst, and when you put one in your mouth and bite down...
Wow.
All I can say is, no wonder Persephone thought six months in hell was a fair exchange for a half-dozen pomegranate seeds. I've eaten maybe ten today, and I am overwhelmed with the flavor.
Posted by sally at November 10, 2005 03:15 PM
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