Pomegranates

I came back from Hsinchu last night. It is also called the windy city and it lives up to that name. The wind and the lower temperatures we had reminded me of distant lands. I missed that combination, typical of my mother's hometown. As usual, people complained about the cold, but I feel fine to be in December and to feel some cold. Of course, my apartment is becomeing colder too.

Anyway, I could cook something at home today for the first time in many days. With a workshop, several meetings, two days doing observations, the last time I had dinner, or lunch, at home was a week ago. To celebrate it, some pomegranates!.

I saw them in the supermarket a few days ago and it took me no time at all to put two of them in the bag. As far as I know, they are not typical from these parts —these are from California&mdash, but I don't mind. As delicious as usual. I still have one left.