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It's November, and that means that I picked up a nice, big, ripe pomegranate at the grocery store the other day. That sigh you hear is the sound of a contented hel.

I'm thinking of an appetizer for Thanksgiving: baked brie, french bread from Panera, and a pomegranate compote.

Now, off to tame the sewing room. God have mercy on my soul.