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(post, Kim Carlson)

No. 5

I adore pomegranates, but I know not everyone does. My husband, for one, doesn't care for them at all. And some people like poms enough but can't be troubled with them.  A month or so ago I spotted some beautiful big pomegranates at Fred Meyer, and loaded one into my basket. As I checked out, the clerk told me he likes pomegranates, too. "But I don't buy them anymore," he said. 

"That's too bad," I said. "Why not?"

"They're too much work," he replied. 

"Really?" I said. 

"It took me 20 minutes just to get all the seeds out last time," he said. "Forget it."

I don't know if I'm a speedier seeder, or if 20 minutes in the kitchen seeding a pomegranate just goes by faster that I realize. All I know is it's one task I don't think of as work; I don't even mind the mess. 

Are there other pomegranate fans out there?