Things I take for pomegranated

Of course right now it's easy to think of things that are not a part of my life, that I miss from other places and times. A year ago I got to travel with my mother for her work to the Big Horns, the prettiest part of Wyoming, I could make s'mores with Charlie at 11:30 pm, and Dad was always a text message away. Two years ago, it was foul (beans) in the souk (market) in Sudan with Kari and Jason and hikes up Mt. Heiban. I could list a hundred things.

But I'm aware that someday in other places, I will dream of the $.20 naan made from water and flour and salt, baked inside a wood-fired clay oven, crisped to magnificence, spread with butter, jam, nutella, peanut butter, or Iranian feta.


Or the pomegranates. I had one the size of a softball the other night, $.60. They're so gorgeous, the little jeweled seeds.