Guilty pleasures

prompt: pomegranates

Ruby red, bursts of juice on my tongue.  Sweet tang met with a hard and unyielding core.

Pomegranates. There is supposed to be a perfect way to peel them. Under water? Or is it halving them and then running them under water? Or halving them in the water? I can never remember.

Either way it's too much work. Even though I love them, most times I pass them by because I don't have the time it takes to liberate them from their encasement.  Too much time and effort.
But seeing them in their red, resplendent glory at the supermarket, and knowing that I am celebrating my first weekend off in.... well... in.... possibly ever, I decided to mark the occasion with this delicious decadence.

I'm taking a moment to savour the bursts of flavour on my tongue, having leisurely rescued them by carefully peeling each kernel clean and free.

I can't help but sigh from the pleasure of it.

But am I really supposed to swallow the seeds? Are they really even seeds? Some bizarre old wive's tale that my mother used to scare me with about swallowing seeds is filling me with an irrational panic that something terrible will grow inside me.
It's ridiculous but I feel it all the same.

Should I have another one? It's fruit. Fruit is fine? Shouldn't do too much damage to the waist line. The seeds are so small. Plus they're full of anti-oxidants, so, that balances out the sugar.  What do anti-oxidants even do? I don't even think I know, but I know it's good for you somehow. I'm sure I read that somewhere. I should look up that article.

I roll a pale white seed between my thumb and index finger. I stopped swallowing them. Just in case. Can't be too careful.

I hear the clock ticking. I stare at my pink stained fingers, marring my perfect french manicure.
I start drumming my fingers on the table. How old is this table? I hardly ever use it. It looks brand new. I wonder how much it would sell for online?

Not having another one. Save it for tomorrow maybe. I should maybe run off the calories on the treadmill.  But it's fruit sugar, and that's okay sugar. I think. What is it called again? Fructose right? I should google it.  I wonder how many calories are in one pomegranate? Phone's dead. Don't want to get the laptop out of my work bag, because then I'll be tempted to check email. And I'm not working this weekend. Nope. Not doing it.

The clock is still ticking.
What am I going to do now?  Only 47 hours left to fill.