When Santa Maria saw yesterday's item about pomegranates, she had two things to say.
"If you want something utterly gorgeous upon which to feast your eyes, try Sergei Paradjanov's 'The Color of Pomegranates.' It recreates the inner world of a poet and was considered so subversive by Soviet authorities that he was tossed into the gulag for four years."
To which I replied, "That's why I married you."
The second thing she had to say concerned getting pomegranate seeds out of the shell. She said the task isn't hard, it's a fun puzzle, like a Rubik's Cube. "I never shy away from anything complicated or messy," she said.
To which I replied, "That's why you married me."