So I created my new favoritest sandwich the other day and I wanted to share because it makes me excited just thinking about it.

- One piece of toast (great so far)
- Spread with crunchy peanut butter (matter of preference here, I respect you smooth people, but I'm crunchy. That's just how I roll).
- Cover in pomegranate seeds (tre magnifique!)

And yes, toast and peanutbutter are great both on their own and together, but I must admit what is making me so giddy right now is the pomegranate. And not just the taste, but the adventure in preparing and eating one.

I forget about the pomegranate each year and then it surprises me. It's like a treasure hunt that is is rewarding at every step, each removal of skin yeilding another field of rubies. It's highly complex and geometrical and rational, yet organic in design with a seemingly random order, none the same as the last. It embodies sex: juicy, tart, and sensuous, best shared with someone else, but enjoyable solo as well. It invokes a primal urge in me to sink my teeth in and lustfully devour it, but I know this will just result in a mixture of kernels and un-tasty rind. So usually I restrain myself, daintily picking each kernel out one by one and savoring them, though sometimes I can't control myself and I lunge into it, rind be damned

It's mythological, it's pornographic, it is beauty. I see god in the pomegranate. It inspires me both to be a better person and to create better art in the hopes that I may at some time create something as beautiful and complex as itself.

If you haven't this season, treat yourself to a pomegranate. I also recommend aforementioned sandwich.


Here's to beauty.