Praising the Pomegranate

November is National Pomegranate Month, so today we will say a few words in honor of the free radical-fighting fruit. 

Native to Persia, pomegranates have been cultivated in Iran, Armenia, Azerbaijan, Georgia, and the Mediterranean region for thousands of years.  The fruit was introduced to the Americas by the Spanish in the late 18th century, and we currently grow it in parts of California and Arizona for juice production. 

The edible part of the pomegranate is the juicy seed casing known as the aril.  High in vitamin C, vitamin B5, potassium, and antioxidant polyphenols, proponents taut pomegranate juice as effective in reducing heart disease and high blood pressure, not to mention scavenging those pesky free radicals.  The seeds themselves, when consumed with the aril, are high in fiber and unsaturated fat. 

The name pomegranate derives from the Latin pomum (“apple”) and granatus (“seeded”). In both Spanish and French, the words for pomegranate and grenade are the same (granada and grenade, respectively), likely due to the fact that the fruit and weapon are similarly shaped.  The French la grenade also gives us the word grenadine, the name of a fruit syrup originally made from pomegranates and widely used in cocktails.   

A while back, we saw on one of my favorite Food Network shows that grenadine is actually a pomegranate syrup.  Our only prior experience with grenadine was Rose’s Grenadine, so we never had any clue that it was in any way related to pomegranates.  Don’t get me wrong, Rose’s is certainly tasty and a staple in most well appointed bars, but it is not much more than sugar syrup with red food coloring.  So we decided to conduct a little science experiment. 

Steve made a batch of home-made grenadine using pomegranate juice and sugar, using a recipe courtesy of that favorite tv chef.  He started out with two bottles of pomegranate juice and after all the cooking and reducing ended up with less than a bottle of syrup.  He also bought two bottles of alternative grenadines to compare it with: the old standby Rose’s and a brand of authentic pomegranate grenadine. 

First, we poured a little bit of each grenadine into the bottom of a glass to compare.  Not surprisingly, the Rose’s was maraschino cherry red.  The store bought authentic grenadine was more of a pale pink, while our home made authentic grenadine was a deep, dark reddish purple.  Both the Rose’s and our home made grenadine were thick, sticky, and syrupy.  The store bought authentic grenadine was pretty thin, though, almost watery.  Finally, the taste test.  The Rose’s tasted like sugar syrup.  The authentic syrups, on the other hand, had a pronounced pomegranate flavor, with the home made syrup being much stronger than the store bought syrup. 

Next, we made a classic cocktail using grenadine: the Tequila Sunrise.  We mixed three identical glasses of tequila and orange juice and added a splash of grenadine to the top of each one.  Bar far, the Rose’s would win any cocktail beauty contests, giving the top of the drink a rosy blush.  The store bought authentic grenadine was virtually undetectable to the human eye.  And the home made authentic grenadine . . . well, it looked pretty gross, like a gray glob floating in the drink. 

Flavor-wise, the store bought authentic grenadine won out.  Although it wasn’t visible, it certainly added flavor to the drink.  And the home made syrup, well . . . surely the unappetizing look of the drink contributed to the fact that neither of us thought the final drink tasted good at all.

So there you have it, a few fun facts about pomegranates and our thoughts on various types of pomegranate syrup. 

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Beautifying the Bathroom

When we moved in, our master bathroom was a grotesque shade of fluorescent green. One of our friends said we just needed a black light in the room.

The awesome green paint ranked high on our list of things to change as soon as possible, starting with the WC. I painted it in stripes of Behr’s Silver Tradition and Soft Denim.

I carried those colors into the main bathroom, but not the striping action. The ceiling became Soft Denim and the green walls were covered with Silver Tradition.

The whiter-than-white master bedroom is still in progress, but it’s getting a makeover too. To be continued . . .

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Creepy Cookies

I went to the craft store last week to get balsa wood to make some faux Roman shades for our guest room.  More on that later.  I expected to do a little browsing because this particular store was new to me, but I was unprepared for the 60% off Halloween and general fall decorations that assaulted me as I walked in the door, so of course I had to walk away with a few items, including a haunted gingerbread house kit. 

I’ve been known to create a gingerbread house or two in the past:

I thought the kit would be a quick little diversion without the headache of making my own gingerbread and icing, deciding what kind of candy I wanted to decorate with, etc.  This particular kit came with pre-cut cookie pieces, packets of orange and black icing mix, two piping bags with decorator tips, various candies for decorating, and directions for decorating in three alternative styles, which I promptly threw out the window when I got to the part about letting the base of the house set for an hour before proceeding. 

I was amazed that these two pale powders mixed up to bright orange and deep black with just a couple tablespoons of water.  I was a bit disappointed in the consistency, though.  The orange was extremely runny after  following the mixing instructions and I had no powdered sugar to add to stiffen it up.  Another reason I threw the directions out: I couldn’t do the suggested piping with such loose icing.  The instructions also suggested cutting the jellybeans in half with a sharp knife.  Have you ever tried cutting stale jellybeans in half?  I just about cut my fingers off three or four times, and I don’t recommend it. 

Despite the few minor hiccups, this is how it turned out.  Not my best work, but not bad for an hour or two with a $10 kit.

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Tales of the Unemployed

I knew what was coming as soon as I saw the face peer in through my office door.  Wednesday.  Hump day.  The start of a downhill ride to the weekend.  Also the day I lost my job. 

The preceding days were fraught with uncertainty and distress.  The Friday before, the first thing I heard when I arrived that morning was that a first-year associate had been let go unexpectedly the night before.  Within 15 minutes, I learned of another casualty from the evening before, this one a second-year.  No announcement on the situation was forthcoming from firm management.  Still, the rumor mill spun later that day with the news that two more associates would get the axe the following week.  Another second-year received the news on Tuesday.  And on Wednesday, me. 

People close to me will tell you, part of me prayed I would be on the list of associates to be terminated because it would force me to go out and do something else, to get out of the rut I was stuck in.  But I really was not prepared for it, as I thought I was, when it actually happened.  I am thrilled to not be dragging myself out of bed to go to that job — and it was a job, not a career — every morning.  And I’m happy to be doing the things I have been doing: going to the gym, working around the house, reading, watching television, and visiting family.  But I know this is not a state of equilibrium, and it is uncomfortable not knowing what to do next.

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Adventures in Garbage Disposing

Last weekend, I started a batch of limoncello.  I spent some time looking at recipes on the internet, and decided a combination of techniques that I thought would work for me.  I took the peel — no pith — from about ten lemons and dumped it in a pitcher with a bottle of Everclear (151 proof) and let it sit for a week. 

Digression:  Have you ever read the label on a bottle of Everclear?  I think there are less warnings on common household cleaning chemicals.  WARNING!! Overconsumption may endanger your health.  CAUTION!! Extremely Flammable Handle with Care.  There is a whole paragraph of warnings:

Caution: Do not apply to open flame.  Keep away from fire, heat, and open flame.  Contents may ignite or explode.  Do not consume in excessive quantities.  Not intended for consumption unless mixed with non-alcoholic beverage.   

(Emphasis added.)  So I guess it makes sense that this stuff is illegal in some states, as it is explosive and not suitable for human consumption.  But back to the real story.

Today, satisfied that the alcohol had stripped the lemon peels of all their lemony goodness, I finished the limoncello.  First, I strained out the lemon peels, leaving me with some strong lemon-infused grain alcohol.  Then I made a pseudo- simple syrup.  I decided to make limoncello crema, so I made the syrup with milk and half and half instead of water.  This involved a little bit of experimentation on my part.  I found a number of variations of the recipe, some calling from milk and some calling for half and half.  So I split the alcohol mixture in half and made half with whole milk and half with half and half (say that three times fast).  For anyone that wants to attempt, that was one pint of either whole milk or half and half simmered with 1.5 cups sugar until the sugar is completely dissolved for HALF of the alcohol.  Let the sugar mixture cool and add to the alcohol.  Bottle and refrigerate/freeze.  I haven’t tasted either version chilled yet, so the jury’s still out as to whether milk or half and half is the better choice.

When I was finished, I was left with a sieve full of brittle lemon peels.  One of the internet recipes I read suggested putting them through the garbage disposal to “freshen” it up, which seemed to make sense to me since I’ve heard before you can put some citrus wedges down it to make it smell fresher.  So — and here’s the REAL point of the post — I put the lemon peels down the garbage disposal and fired it up.  Seemed to work just fine, until the next time I used the disposal. 

I washed the dishes later in the day, and when I drained the sink, I switched on the disposal to clear out any stray bits of food.  Suddenly, the water stopped draining and murky black stuff started to come up through the drain.  Insert random expletive here.  I was pretty sure this was not something I could fix myself.  I’m handy, but just not that handy.  And now is really not a good time to be staying home from work to wait for a plumber.  Steve stepped in about here, but he knows about as much about fixing a disposal as I do.  We cut the power to the disposal and I reached my hand in to see if there was something jammed in it.  He pressed the reset button.  Still spewing black stuff.  We were resigned to calling a plumber.

In a last ditch effort to to DIO (do it ourselves), I called my dad for advice.  I explained to him that the motor appeared to be working when we turned the disposal on, but nothing was going down the drain.  This led him to believe it was a clog, not a problem with the disposal itself, and he suggested a plunger.  Five minutes later, water was flowing freely down the drain and there was no black stuff to be seen.  Woohoo!

Dad can pretty much always save the day, can’t he?

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Family Room Update

A few weeks ago, I posted about our shopping trip to check out curtains for the family room.  Since we needed extra long curtains, there was nothing suitable in the store, but we did order some online and we recently installed them. 

Before we put up the curtains, we had to fix the valences over the blinds (or whatever the little slat that goes over the top of the blinds to hide the ugly stuff is called).  Originally there were little plastic doohickies (technical term of art) which the slats slid into.  They are a little fragile, though, and several broke when we removed the blinds to paint the room. 

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Enter industrial strength velcro.  We secured the cover slats to the blinds using self-adhesive velcro pieces.  It feels pretty secure, and I actually think it looks more polished than the plastic doohickies. 

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Back to the curtains, we chose some lake mist blue/green panels that pull from some of the colors in the area rug we chose for the room.  The rods are allegedly oiled bronze, but they look black to me.  Oh well. 

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Some tips:  Measure accurately.  Then check it again.  And it’s probably a good idea to check it again.  Seriously, I am terrible at measuring.  There were some extra holes in the wall that I patched with spackle and repainted before I snapped these pictures.  Also, I think the curtains could be a bit longer, maybe even long enough that the rod could be hung a little higher above the windows. 

And yes, that is a new (to us) couch.  We bought a used PB Basic couch, armchair, and ottoman on Craigslist several months ago.  We ordered replacement slipcovers from a company that specializes in slipcovers for this type of name brand furniture.  So that’s it, with a couple of Crate & Barrel throw pillows (bought on clearance, with a coupon too!).  You probably also noticed there is no armchair in the picture.  That is a story for another day.

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Bathroom Bliss

I know I mentioned previously that we overbought when we purchased paint for the family room and kitchen.  I used the paint for the downstairs bathroom as well, but still had significant leftovers.  So I moved upstairs.

This is what our upstairs bathroom looked like when we moved in.  The colors fit in with the colors throughout the house (i.e. Easter egg).  We don’t really use this bathroom, so I took things apart and took my time painting it, with no real need to clean up or put anything away.

This is what it looked like at the end of the painting process.  Still pretty blank.

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I was at Bed Bath & Beyond purchasing a duvet cover and blanket for a new bed, and I decided to look for some accessories for the bathroom. 

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I found a cool striped shower curtain on clearance and some rugs that incorporated some of those colors.  The plates are melamine, also on sale with the end of summer bar-b-que type stuff.  I thought they went nicely with the colors and could add a beachy vacation vibe.  Still needs a few more touches to make guests feel really welcome. 

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One thing I don’t like about this bathroom is how the doors are set up (you’ll notice there are no doors in the after pictures — I guess it’s not quite finished).  As you can see, it’s really split into two rooms: the outer bathroom with the two sinks and vanities on opposite walls, and the inner bathroom with the shower and toilet.  With the inner bathroom it is not such a big deal, but for the outer bathroom, if the door is open, access to one of the sinks is virtually nonexistent. 

I was thinking pocket doors would be perfect here.  However, for us amateurs it’s a pretty involved project, and because there are light switches and electrical outlets on both sides of the door frames, it would have been a serious undertaking.  I was thinking maybe leave the inner door as-is and hang a curtain over the outer door that can be closed for privacy, but when drawn to the side still allows for space and access to both sinks.  Thoughts?

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Fit for a California King

As I mentioned in my last post, we’ve been sleeping on a tiny, hand-me-down bed since we got married.  Here is a look at our little bed in our big master bedroom. As you can see, we haven’t done much in terms of decorating the place. The curtains were graciously left for us by the seller.

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Here you see more of those fab curtains, and our mismatched dressers.

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And finally a sneak peak at the master bath. Through the doorway, you can see the mirrored doors of Steve’s closet (mine is on the other side). And if you look close, you can see the bathtub reflected in it. Yes, that is fluorescent green paint.

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The new bed we purchased over Labor Day weekend was delivered on Saturday.  Saturday morning, I stripped the old bed so they could take it away when delivering the new bed.  The delivery window was from 12-4, and I expected to be waiting around until 3:45 or so at least.  But amazingly, they were at the door at 12:01, hauled away the old bed, set up the new bed, and were gone again by 12:15.  These guys were pros. 

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It still has “new mattress smell.”  We let it air out with the windows open and the fan on until just before we went to sleep.  By then we were tired, so we made the bed a bit hastily.  It was like sleeping in a bed from a nice hotel, all plush and cozy. 

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Bedtime Stories

Yesterday, Steve and I decided to take advantage of some Labor Day sales and get a much-needed new bed.  Since we got married, we have been sleeping on Steve’s old full-size bed, which he got as a hand-me-down.  As he is over six feet tall, Steve is full-size all by himself, so for the two of us the bed has always been, well, cozy. 

We spent a good two hours in the mattress store, trying out at least 12 beds, and finally settled on a medium firmness California King with a plush top.  Learned a few things too.  Stomach sleepers, like Steve and myself, should not sleep on a soft mattress because it allows the back to sway, which can cause pain.  Also, today’s mattresses are not designed to be flipped periodically (a relief to me, because I hate doing that!).  We also had some fun trying out a Sleep Number bed — you can really feel the change in the firmness of the mattress as you adjust it up and down — and a movable bed with some massage action.  It was even better than checking out the massage chairs at The Sharper Image.

The only problem with the model we chose is that it is too popular!  They had none in stock, which means it won’t be delivered until next weekend, so we are stuck on our tiny old mattress for another week.  Boy was it hard to get into that bed last night after laying on all those fancy new mattresses.

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Seen and Heard: Pony Express

The other night, on my way home from work, I was driving down our street and I saw some people out exercising their pet.  Of course I wouldn’t give it much thought if it had been a couple walking their dog.  But it wasn’t.  These people were walking a pony.  Like the kind they make walk around in a circle under a tent to give kids rides.  I didn’t realize our area was quite so rural.

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