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Here’s a picture I took of an open pomegranate.
They are believed to protect you against cancer, heart disease, premature aging, Alzheimer’s, osteoarthritis, diabetes, wrinkles, and its iron content is good for anemia. I’ve seen skin creams made with pomegranate too.
A pomegranate contains three times the antioxidants of green tea. Now you know why planted my own tree.
I planted a pomegranate tree last year and got one pomegranate. This year, there are about twenty growing and they’re starting to turn red. I love eating them and they are full of antioxidants. This one might be ready in a couple of weeks if the deer doesn’t get it first. My deer are not afraid of me any more. If I see a deer even looking at my pomegranates, I’ll be right there with a big stick: “Step away from the tree and nobody gets hurt.” If the deer does eat it, he is going to have to watch his back. I know where he lives.
My day today was mundane so I am posting my old diary entry from exactly twenty-one years ago today. I was in Miami to tape a Spring Break Special with Tim Allen.“Sept. 10, 1989: Got met by the limo and straight to the Honeywagon. The wardrobe people shrunk my shorts. Tim Allen was very nice and Rick Messina was there. Worked from noon til 10 pm – did the hot tub scene – I hope nobody looked at my thighs – did promos and intros and then we did standup outside in the hot sun. The audience was kids, mostly guys, and I got pretty good laughs. Tim had a tough time and sweated a lot. Didn’t like the food. We’re supposed to get paid when it airs.” The special never aired. But Tim did alright after that. I guess I did too. So I didn’t like the food? I never like the food! If I could go around with a hot plate strapped to my waist, I’d be happy. My own cooking rocks! I made maple-glazed salmon today.
I was arrested at the Newark airport in 1984 for trying to board an airplane with a gun. I was on the road doing standup and I believed as long as it wasn’t loaded, I could take my 38 Special on the plane. That was not the case. I was arrested and handcuffed and put in the back seat of a police car. On the way to jail, I thought of all the things I could say to avoid having to include “convicted felon” on my resume. Things like: “I’ve already been on nine flights with my gun – what’s the problem?” -or- “I’m from L.A. so I’m pretty sure your New Jersey laws wouldn’t apply to me.” -or- “You can dust me for gun residue, I haven’t shot anybody.” -or- “When I said I killed them in Cleveland, I meant my act.” It never occurred to me to say, “Officer, it’s not my gun. And this is not my suitcase. And those things are what? Are you serious? Bullets? I thought they were gum!” Com’on!!
*To Guess my Mileage, go to the Sept. 1st posting – Three More Days!
It’s hot hot hot! Only the butterflies were out today. Of course I had to take a picture of this one on a pentas in my back yard .
The “Guess my Mileage” contest is still going strong. There are well over a hundred guesses but there’s still time to play – four more days. (go to Sept. 1st posting)
Oh, there are some new additions to my “Guess the Product” game. Plus, I found some boxes of old shows I did and I’ll be adding some more Jenny Jones Show video clips soon.
Denis and I went out the other night to an upscale supper club for dinner and to hear some live jazz music. I knew it wouldn’t be cheap but neither am I, so we saw the menu and the entrees were in the 20 and 30 dollar range. That seemed okay especially with live music. Our charming waitress went through the specials and highly recommended the bone-in filet. She said if we like steak, we should definitely try it. I like steak so I said okay, but I said it had to be well done for me. If it’s pink, I wouldn’t eat it. (don’t ask me how many chefs take umbrage with my steak orders!) I digress because the doneness was not the biggest problem. But it did arrive pink so I asked again for it well done. She said they may have to take it off the bone to make that happen and I said, “That’s okay, I wasn’t going to eat the bone.” So it finally came well done and it was okay, but not as lean as a filet should be. But the music was good and I wasn’t going to complain. Then the bill came. FIFTY-FOUR DOLLARS! Just for my steak! I put my glasses on. Maybe Denis couldn’t see in the dark and it was S4 for “Steak – cooked Four times as long.” No, it was fifty-four dollars! How much was the steak and how much was the bone? Now I had indigestion, not because of the food but because I felt conned. In a place like Vibrato Grill & Jazz, you don’t ask how much something costs – how tacky is that? I mean Jennifer Tilly was sitting behind us – this was no “eat it and beat it” joint. Herb Alpert owns it for God’s sake. If he was still alive, I would write to him. Oh… I think he is alive. But he wasn’t there. Maybe he can’t afford to eat there.
Things I could have done with that $54.00:
Lesson learned.
I’ve finally made a video of my recipe for homemade pizza! It has a crispy thin crust, the kind you can pick up and eat – no fork, no plate – and lots of pepperoni. I use a special pan for a crispy crust and wait ‘til you see my trick for prepping pepperonis (say that 3 times).
This is one pizza you can eat without thinking, “OMG, I just ate half a pizza and am going straight to hell.” More like, “Wow, I didn’t know healthy pizza could be this good!”
Sleeping in was not an option this morning. I was awakened early by a bunch of helicopters overhead, so I jumped out of bed hoping it wasn’t a fire. It wasn’t. There were four news choppers in the sky and I wondered if Charlie Sheen’s car got stolen again and shoved off of Mulholland Drive. This was more serious. A knife-wielding intruder was arrested at Paris Hilton’s house at 6 a.m. this morning. It was all over the news so now even more people know where she lives. Her house is in a gated community with 24-hour guards and this wacko was pounding on the door trying to break in. How did he get in? If it were me, I’d have a meeting with the guards… to introduce them to the new guards.
I was making rice pudding and 
watching the Miss Universe Pageant tonight when I felt a thump that sounded like something hit the side of the house. I turned on the outside lights to see if anything fell over but nothing seemed out of place. Then I saw the evening news and found out what it was. We had another earthquake. It was a magnitude 4.0 and it barely got mentioned on the news. Have we become so complacent here in southern California that teen texting was a bigger story than my thump? I wanted to know who else felt it, what fell down, who woke up, why it happened, when is the big one? “A 4.0 earthquake hit off the coast of Malibu at 10:45 this evening. And now, is your teen addicted to texting?” Whoa… hold on a minute! What about the big one? When is that happening? I just read in the L.A. Times that we are WAY overdue for a massive earthquake. It’s an article I wish I hadn’t read because they talked about liquefied soil and sinking trees and now I can’t sleep! And then this! I just looked at the map of the San Andreas Fault and I live on the wrong side!
