Oh these beautiful things! I find a way to put them in everything. In rustic salads, adorning green beans, madeleines, flung over a savoury mousse or simply floating up and bubbling over in a glass of sparkling wine. And sometimes it feels I spend hours just slicing up the fruit and extracting the pomegranate seeds. A friend once said every time he sees me in the kitchen I'm slicing up a pomegranate. Another said the secret of quickly getting all those beautiful jewels to tumble out is to cut it in half and tap the bottom of one half with a spoon and they should all fall out nice and easy. Which hasn't really worked. So today as I walked along the Portobello Road I thought I might ask the 'Pomegranate Man'. What is the quickest way to get all of those seeds out? I passed him by and turned back remembering my question. He was engrossed in his task, with gloves, carefully taking out each seed one by one. Then I wondered, well after all what is the rush? Why can't we just take our time?
That pleasure which is at once the most intense, the most elevating, and the most pure, is, I believe, found in the contemplation of the beautiful. Edgar Allan Poe
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