Alien
Fruit
By Bob Stevens, The Muddled Male
Whew, the Holidays are finally
over. Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoy
Christmas except that it makes me tense.
Ann, my wife, would say that I get irritated, and me being irritated is
what makes her tense. But either way the
Holidays bring stress into our marriage.
Take Christmas shopping for example.
Ann and I long ago reached an agreement that she would do the Christmas-shopping
and present-wrapping if I would do the Christmas cards and the Christmas
newsletter. I thought at first that I had
negotiated myself a really good deal since I could just sit there in the den
watching TV, eating candy, signing cards, and stuffing envelopes. That was until I realized that when Ann is
doing the Christmas shopping I have to wander around behind her carrying the
wallet and nodding in agreement as she frantically tries to select sizes and
gifts that fit both the recipient and the recipient’s personality.
But the real tension builder is not the preparation for
Christmas, it is the peeling of the Christmas pomegranate. A pomegranate, I am convinced, was designed
by a sleepy mathematician relying heavily on random number theory. Engineers, on the other hand, tend to design
things using the repetition of well-defined structures like the simple
triangle. A pomegranate is constructed
with chaos. If you think I am joking,
listen to the dictionary definition of that supposedly delicious fruit. A pomegranate is “A chambered, many seeded, globose fruit, having a tough, usually red
rind and surmounted by a crown of calyx lobes, the edible portion consisting of
pleasantly acid flesh developed from the outer seed coat.” See, even the definition is cloaked in chaos.
Well this year I decided to throw all caution aside and
peel my first pomegranate. The dictionary
was correct in saying that the fruit has a “tough,
usually red rind.” I might say that it
is more like a rhinoceros hide with which I had to use a knife to start the
penetration. Once started, however,
peeling off the rind was fairly easy except for the risk of staining your
hands, the cupboard, and every piece of clothing you are wearing. In fact in the instructions for extracting
juice, the first warning is to put on an apron and cover your work area with
plastic shopping bags to keep from staining everything in your kitchen. What you end up with is a ball made up of an
infinite number of seeds, each of which is surrounded by a little sack of tangy
juice that is tasty but contains a high concentration of red stain. The complication of a pomegranate, besides
the fact that it is difficult to spell, is that there are random egg carton
membranes running randomly through the fruit into which the seed pods nestle to
keep them from breaking, and you have to flip each seed pod delicately out of
the membrane and into a bowl without breaking the membrane. The slightest bit of pressure or a misplaced
fingernail produces a squirt of red dye which always lands on your chest. I remember Ann saying, “Put a bib on or you
are going to stain your coveralls.” Well
I told her, as every husband would, that I would be careful and not get
anything on me. I lied.
I have to admit that all the while I stood there looking
down into this alien piece of fruit with squirting little seed pods, I kept
thinking of the original Alien
movie where the man in the space suit looked down into a flower with a seed pod
and something squirted out suddenly, pierced his space helmet and into his body
where it began to incubate. Ann said not
to worry, this Alien was much smarter than to pick a decrepit old man’s body in
which to incubate.
Well I went through all of this because the internet said
that pomegranate juice was high in antioxidants and was thought to protect
one’s body from those elements that may lead to premature aging, heart disease,
and some forms of cancers as well as prevent the hardening of arteries and high
blood pressure. Now how much more could
a decrepit old man ask for. Next time,
however, I think I will just buy one of those bulgy, six dollar POM bottles full
of pomegranate juice and chug-a-lug it straight from the bottle. Now I have to go out and find a remotely
controlled thermostat that is better than the Un-muddled Mathematician’s and
pay him back for making me covet.
2 comments:
Fun post! I've never dared dig into the Pom fruit. The pure juice is well worth the lack of effort required.
This is a hilarious post. Bob..err Muddle Male..there is a much better way to remove the seeds so as to prevent staining of every surface of your house. A quick google search will give better instructions, but basically you do the whole process in a bowl of water. That way when you burst a seed it just oozes into water.
Incidentally, "pom's" are one of my favorite fruits. My wife and I will eat them in replacement of popcorn during a movie. Yum AND healthy!
If you need another alien fruit that is also hard to peel, but worth it, try a pomelo!
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