At my grocery store you see all these guys in their 50s—including, sadly, moi— buying pomegranate juice because it is supposed to prevent cancer by taking care of all the free radicals, or the oxidants. Something like that. I’m not sure how it does it, but that’s the rap. You’ve seen the ads for pomegranate juice—well, it’s about cancer.
I’m mixing mine with vodka and a little seltzer to cut the sweetness. You got a better name for it?
The Former Radical, in the Garden
