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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?