We may have settled on a title and sequence for the new record. But more importantly I ate a freaky fruit yesterday.
I was at my usual shopping spot, lustily squeezing avocadoes, placing heavy cans on my bread, etc., when I came upon a mound of heavy large reddish orbs. Never one to turn down a bet that no one's made, I quickly bought two, and then noticed that this food was so mysterious that it came with a handy pamphlet (this is true). Let me briefly recap said pamphlet, "So You Want to Eat Something Crazy: A Beginner's Guide to Pomegranates":
"Thank you for choosing the pomegranate! This puts you in the very, very low percentage of people who have heard of the pomegranate. In order to devour this intimidating and unsightly nonsense, first cut it in random spots with your sharpest kill-knife. Now put the whole mess in a giant bowl filled with water and rummage around with it until it's thousands of tiny eyeballs float gently to the bottom. Do not try to eat the enormous, edible-looking husk, Sandy. It tastes like bathtub scum and is probably very poisonous. No, the part to eat is the quivering mass of what looks like fish testicles at the bottom of the dirty pot that you used instead of the ceramic bowl we suggested in the picture. Put them all in a new bowl. A clean bowl. Trembling, scoop a big ol' spoonful and guide it towards your extremely skeptical face. By now, you should notice that you've made a mistake."
And on and on it goes. Pomegranate, or rather it's sweet, sweet ovaries, can really only be described as 'juicy popcorn'. And yet, the experience was not entirely off-putting. By about the third nervous bite I was kind of getting into it, and starting to feel like a Mayan princess, or whoever the last person was to eat a pomegranate.
