Pomegranate, fruit I dream about, my kitchen becomes gypsy-like when it is for you, my cooking, made from fantasy, my spices bunch of nostalgia, which I've come to bestow on you. Pomegranate, precious treasury I sung about during precious buffets, I have nothing to blame you for but an explosion of flavors made from oriental and mysterious dreams hidden under your marvelous peel. Pomegranate, fruit I dream about...



Hebet lake Geneva or lentilles du Puy à la grenade façon great Palestine

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