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October 6, 2005

Pom
It's fall, and pomegranates are back in the market.  Everyone loves the Pom juice these days -- a dash in a flute of champagne, with chai-infused vermouth and Courvoisier at Employees Only, or just floated on top of a tall glass of iced seltzer.  But there's something kind of dangerous and sexual about the fruit -- a round red ball that splits open to reveal an overabundance of uniform blood red kernels and almost no pith.  It's no wonder that Demeter's daughter Persephone couldn't resist the temptation of sucking on seven pomegranate seeds during her abduction and imprisonment in Hades' underworld.  As my roommate said, "This must be what it's like to eat pussy.  Not that I would know." 

Look for heavy specimens that aren't too dry or pale.  To open, score a hemicircle across the blossom end of the fruit just through the skin and break the fruit into two halves.  The sacs are sweet, tart, crisp but full of juice with a little crunchy white nub in the middle.  They're apparently also very high in antioxidants.

In Thai, the word for pomegranate is the same word for ruby, and the thin membranes of the best specimens should look encrusted with dark jewels.  Throw the juicy seeds in salads, with dressings sweetened with Middle Eastern pomegranate molasses.  Pomegranate seeds are sprinkled atop Chiles en Nogada (stuffed poblano chiles with walnut sauce).   Garnish a carrot ginger soup with the garnet nuggets.  I got mine at my local greengrocer for $2.49; FreshDirect has them for $2.99/each. 

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October 6, 2005

Okay, that's not true.  I'm broke and fat and in a bit of a bad mood.  After getting back from a divine vacay, I seem to have been suffering from mild depression. 

I went to the eye doctor on Monday morning.  It was supposed to be a routine checkup.  I got my driver's license renewal form in the mail and I have til the end of the month to turn it in with eye exam results.  Since I know that I'd most likely fail a driving test if I had to take one today, I figured I'd better get off my ass and renew by mail so I could go on pretending that my pristine driving record is a result of my perfect driving and not my lack of driving.

I went to see the optometrist at 8 a.m. on a Monday.  While spelunking around, she stopped.  She and her magnified eyeball bore down on something in my left eyeball.  You know you're in trouble when the doctor parks it in one spot. 

So she tells me that I've got a retinal hole that will probably require laser eye surgery.  The retina is the light sensitive saran wrap in the back of your eyeball, and a hole means fluid or blood can seep in and do permanent damage to eyesight.  Let me tell you something -- needles, blood, clubbed baby seals I can handle.  Having someone clamp my eye open and shoot my already shoddy eyeball with scar-producing jedi laser beams scares the shit out of me.  But I really don't want to go blind.  I can't afford to lose what little sight I have left.  I mean, what life/job skills do I have that don't require my eyeballs?  I swear, I have no idea how my ancestors' myopic genes made their way on down the line without getting naturally unselected by hungry tigers.

Unfortunately, I've already done plenty of superficial internet searching that has convinced me that my lifestyle choices will soon turn my eyeballs to swiss cheese.  I know it's a lot of fearmongering BUT I NEED MY WEBMD. 

On top of this, I haven't done yoga in over two weeks and don't plan to until after I see the doctor.  I actually think the inversions have been exacerbating my vision problems.  It was about six months ago that I started doing yoga seriously, and shortly afterwards I started seeing these flashes -- like I'd see a dog run in my peripheral vision even though I knew there was no dog in the room, or I'd see a floating ball of light in the upper corner of my vision.  It's like being on acid, with all the paranoia and none of the fun.  (Not that I know what acid is like, mae.)

Since I do not want to be walking around with an eyepatch like a Momus-biting pirate, next week my overdrama and I see the retinal specialist. 

UPDATE:  I never meant for this blog to devolve into another onanistic self-haterade blog.  I needed to get it out of my system.  I'm going to shut up already and get back to the food!

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