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	<title>Comments on: A bit of cooking school nostalgia</title>
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		<title>By: Amy Scattergood</title>
		<link>http://www.amyscattergood.com/poetry/bit-cooking-school-nostalgia/#comment-14</link>
		<dc:creator>Amy Scattergood</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2009 02:07:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>tungsten, alloy and Sahara. that&#039;s beautiful. light bulb filaments and North African X-ray tubes are pretty gorgeous too. i once wrote a poem about Saharan wind farms; i&#039;ll see if i can find it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>tungsten, alloy and Sahara. that&#8217;s beautiful. light bulb filaments and North African X-ray tubes are pretty gorgeous too. i once wrote a poem about Saharan wind farms; i&#8217;ll see if i can find it.</p>
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		<title>By: Guy Beaumanoir</title>
		<link>http://www.amyscattergood.com/poetry/bit-cooking-school-nostalgia/#comment-9</link>
		<dc:creator>Guy Beaumanoir</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 03:14:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was born in &quot;El Kantara&quot; in Biskra, Algeria.  But I live in America now.  I stumbled upon your blog through a random google search of &quot;tungsten&quot; &quot;alloy&quot; and &quot;Sahara&quot; - because of a technical paper I must write on production of light bulb filaments and X-ray tubes in North Africa.  I was amused, but happy, to find your lively piece.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was born in &#8220;El Kantara&#8221; in Biskra, Algeria.  But I live in America now.  I stumbled upon your blog through a random google search of &#8220;tungsten&#8221; &#8220;alloy&#8221; and &#8220;Sahara&#8221; &#8211; because of a technical paper I must write on production of light bulb filaments and X-ray tubes in North Africa.  I was amused, but happy, to find your lively piece.</p>
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		<title>By: Amy Scattergood</title>
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		<dc:creator>Amy Scattergood</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 02:59:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Which Saharan city?  

Sadly, the photo is not of me, but of my first culinary instructor. A perfectly lovely woman.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Which Saharan city?  </p>
<p>Sadly, the photo is not of me, but of my first culinary instructor. A perfectly lovely woman.</p>
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		<title>By: Guy Beaumanoir</title>
		<link>http://www.amyscattergood.com/poetry/bit-cooking-school-nostalgia/#comment-6</link>
		<dc:creator>Guy Beaumanoir</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 02:43:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Your words are intoxicating.  I understand nothing, but yet I am intrigued.  I am from a Saharan city, but I know nothing of these fortresses of museum wax.  What I do know is that your language is both confusing and delicious.  If this meditation were a recipe, I would follow it, and most likely blow up my kitchen.  My taste buds are seared, as are my ears.  (Forgive me, English is my second language.  I am Algerian.)  Much I relate to - the flavor in the words themselves... and yes, I also eat from cupped hands.  But I must ask you.  Who is the bodacious woman in the photograph, eating what appears to be pudding?  Is that you, perchance?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your words are intoxicating.  I understand nothing, but yet I am intrigued.  I am from a Saharan city, but I know nothing of these fortresses of museum wax.  What I do know is that your language is both confusing and delicious.  If this meditation were a recipe, I would follow it, and most likely blow up my kitchen.  My taste buds are seared, as are my ears.  (Forgive me, English is my second language.  I am Algerian.)  Much I relate to &#8211; the flavor in the words themselves&#8230; and yes, I also eat from cupped hands.  But I must ask you.  Who is the bodacious woman in the photograph, eating what appears to be pudding?  Is that you, perchance?</p>
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