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	<title>Comments on: Taste Sensations and then some</title>
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		<title>By: Linda Dini Jenkins</title>
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		<dc:creator>Linda Dini Jenkins</dc:creator>
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		<description>Ah yes . . . those flavors! My grandfather&#039;s kitchen table in the &#039;50s and &#039;60s always included a big flat bowl of wrinkly black olives and big green olives swimming in oil, alongside a crusty round bread that could kill somebody if properly launched. It&#039;s one of my favorite memories, which I have adopted . . . although my plate resides in the fridge. Why we didn&#039;t die of some exotic food-borne disease is beyond me. And that goes for all the interesting white and green mold on the parmesan . . . Buon viaggio!</description>
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