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	<description>The only Food Blog written by Jesse Sharrard</description>
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		<title>By: jwsharrard</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2007 13:11:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Make sure you don't chock on the doughnut hole, either!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Make sure you don&#8217;t chock on the doughnut hole, either!</p>
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		<title>By: Martha</title>
		<link>http://corduroyorange.com/?p=225#comment-12242</link>
		<dc:creator>Martha</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Aug 2007 22:31:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Some of my earliest and fondest memories are of watching your grandmother (my great-aunt which means my grandmother's sister) make pilaf - it is a very distinctive "scent memory" ....and of sitting on the step ladder at the table at your grandparents'  eating carefullly having been warned not to choke on the holes in the swiss cheese.
I still love to eat with your family!
A newer ritual with my in-laws involves frying the Thanksgiving and/or Christmas turkey.  Of course, it would be a shame to waste all that nice hot oil, so before we cook the turkey, we will fry up all manner of tasty appetizers - dredge veggies in flour-egg-flour-egg- stuffing mix and then fry them up.  What a treat!  You may say we should season our own bread crumb mix, and you are probably right, but since the whole ritual started spontaneously, commercial stuffing mix is part of the tradition!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Some of my earliest and fondest memories are of watching your grandmother (my great-aunt which means my grandmother&#8217;s sister) make pilaf - it is a very distinctive &#8220;scent memory&#8221; &#8230;.and of sitting on the step ladder at the table at your grandparents&#8217;  eating carefullly having been warned not to choke on the holes in the swiss cheese.<br />
I still love to eat with your family!<br />
A newer ritual with my in-laws involves frying the Thanksgiving and/or Christmas turkey.  Of course, it would be a shame to waste all that nice hot oil, so before we cook the turkey, we will fry up all manner of tasty appetizers - dredge veggies in flour-egg-flour-egg- stuffing mix and then fry them up.  What a treat!  You may say we should season our own bread crumb mix, and you are probably right, but since the whole ritual started spontaneously, commercial stuffing mix is part of the tradition!</p>
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		<title>By: Aurora</title>
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		<dc:creator>Aurora</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2007 22:02:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Making pizza in our house was always a treat.  My father was the head chef in this department, but if you were lucky you got to help grate mounds of cheese and vegetables with the food processor, learn to spread out the dough, choose which spices to sprinkle on the pizza sauce, and ultimately, assemble your work of art pizza pie.  Until I got to that age where most children think they're too cool for homemade, my father's pizza process was what I always requested for birthday and other special meals if I could.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Making pizza in our house was always a treat.  My father was the head chef in this department, but if you were lucky you got to help grate mounds of cheese and vegetables with the food processor, learn to spread out the dough, choose which spices to sprinkle on the pizza sauce, and ultimately, assemble your work of art pizza pie.  Until I got to that age where most children think they&#8217;re too cool for homemade, my father&#8217;s pizza process was what I always requested for birthday and other special meals if I could.</p>
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		<title>By: kari</title>
		<link>http://corduroyorange.com/?p=225#comment-12088</link>
		<dc:creator>kari</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 23:26:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>we had a couple of food rituals - one was homemade pasta - the kitchen would be draped with noodles hanging from broomsticks stretched from counter to shelf to stool. another was waffles in the morning. the best waffles, of course, have bacon in them. oh - and also the ritual of getting out the butter and honey after dinner when there were still biscuits left over and carefully mixing them into the most delicious spread ever.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>we had a couple of food rituals - one was homemade pasta - the kitchen would be draped with noodles hanging from broomsticks stretched from counter to shelf to stool. another was waffles in the morning. the best waffles, of course, have bacon in them. oh - and also the ritual of getting out the butter and honey after dinner when there were still biscuits left over and carefully mixing them into the most delicious spread ever.</p>
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		<title>By: Meg</title>
		<link>http://corduroyorange.com/?p=225#comment-12076</link>
		<dc:creator>Meg</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 17:01:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Our family ritual was caesar salad.  My dad had a huge wooden salad bowl, and he would carefully smash the garlic with a fork in the bottom of the bowl, add anchovies and smash them, lemon juice, olive oil, lots of freshly torn romaine, homemade croutons, and, at the last, the coddled egg.  It took about 20 minutes, and all four of us kids would watch (and drool) in great anticipation.  With it, we had grilled sirloin steak (once a summer, and only when it hit 99 cents a pound -- one steak, 7 people).  

It was a wonderful tradition and a lovely family moment.  Every time it happened.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Our family ritual was caesar salad.  My dad had a huge wooden salad bowl, and he would carefully smash the garlic with a fork in the bottom of the bowl, add anchovies and smash them, lemon juice, olive oil, lots of freshly torn romaine, homemade croutons, and, at the last, the coddled egg.  It took about 20 minutes, and all four of us kids would watch (and drool) in great anticipation.  With it, we had grilled sirloin steak (once a summer, and only when it hit 99 cents a pound &#8212; one steak, 7 people).  </p>
<p>It was a wonderful tradition and a lovely family moment.  Every time it happened.</p>
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