I am purposely not calling this posole, because I know how much shit I'm going to get from any New Mexicans who read the recipe. "Kale!?" They will scream. "Pomegranates?!? A POACHED EGG??" But stay with me, purists, just for a moment. Traditional posole suffers from what my friend Paul from San Franciso used to call, The Pancake Theory. You know how it is with pancakes? Such a romantic notion on a weekend morning... they smell so good when you're making them, the first bite