Pink Fest

In the grand scheme o' things, it don't amount to a hill of...well, pomegranate pips, actually.

A sucker for a bargain (WAS £1.50 NOW wait for it...39p !!!) ...but also the promise of SWEET and JUICY and Ready to Eat - I splurged on a whole two cartons.

If you were sitting opposite me on the train when I tucked into one of them, apologies.
The face contortions were nothing personal but eeeow if I'd sucked on a lemon it would have been sweeter! So much for bargains.

Anyway there's something just wrong about buying pre-plucked Pomegranates.
Have the fun is digging in. Same applies to shelled pistachios.

As a child we were given a pin to pick out the pips individually (probably nowadays that would be Health and Safety / Child Protection alert)
These crafty grown ups...it kept us out their hair for at least half hour before we gave up on the pins and ripped into the flesh.

Enough on the Pomegranates....a mountain of work awaits and I MUST fulfill an overdue promise to someone.