Waiting For Ghosts: In Defense Of Cooking
Jen Sanfilippo

A blissful Zen-like, calm, peaceful state of mind envelops me whenever I sit quietly with a pomegranate to release the delicate ruby jewels from captivity within the tough skin and gauzy membrane… one by one, endeavouring to retain every drop of their carmine juice.

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