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	<title>Comments on: Stuff Italians Like</title>
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	<description>the result of growing up Italian</description>
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		<title>By: Viviane</title>
		<link>http://italyville.com/2009/07/stuff-italians-like/#comment-2556</link>
		<dc:creator>Viviane</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 00:11:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I think this is a Mediterranean trait not just Italian... I am Lebanese and if you saw how much food mom made for Christmas!!! So yeah I know the feeling. 
On the other hand, Italian food is THIS good. Pasta is my weak point I love to cook and eat it. So much flavors can be used with one base, lots of possibilities. 
Not to mention the flavors enhance overnight. Not bad leftovers. Glad I stumbled on your blog.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think this is a Mediterranean trait not just Italian&#8230; I am Lebanese and if you saw how much food mom made for Christmas!!! So yeah I know the feeling.<br />
On the other hand, Italian food is THIS good. Pasta is my weak point I love to cook and eat it. So much flavors can be used with one base, lots of possibilities.<br />
Not to mention the flavors enhance overnight. Not bad leftovers. Glad I stumbled on your blog.</p>
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		<title>By: joe</title>
		<link>http://italyville.com/2009/07/stuff-italians-like/#comment-2134</link>
		<dc:creator>joe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 23:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>so funny to read all these comments and 
have the same thing happen all over.thats why
we can walk into almost any italian home and
feel totally at home within minutes.i wouldnt trade our italian-american traditions for any money in the world!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>so funny to read all these comments and<br />
have the same thing happen all over.thats why<br />
we can walk into almost any italian home and<br />
feel totally at home within minutes.i wouldnt trade our italian-american traditions for any money in the world!</p>
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		<title>By: dawn</title>
		<link>http://italyville.com/2009/07/stuff-italians-like/#comment-1917</link>
		<dc:creator>dawn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 19:23:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>LOL leftovers for centuries....indeed.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>LOL leftovers for centuries&#8230;.indeed.</p>
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		<title>By: Terry</title>
		<link>http://italyville.com/2009/07/stuff-italians-like/#comment-1887</link>
		<dc:creator>Terry</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2009 19:56:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m not Italian (old New England Yankee stock, meat and potatoes, you know). But I grew up in the western sections of Boston, which had a lot of different ethnic groups. So I had tons of friends, whose parents or grandparents were from other countries, particularly Italians.

I have such fond memories of their families&#039; warmth and generosity.  I learned at a young age to pace myself at Italian meals. I could see their mothers looked hurt if I didn&#039;t have seconds. The food was so good, it wasn&#039;t hard to find a place to put it all. Pacing is key.

Even in my teens, when I&#039;d done hardly any cooking at home, an Italian friend&#039;s mother taught me some simple and delicious recipes I make to this day. She also pierced my ears for me, with my parents&#039; consent of course.

Most importantly, I learned from them that food is love and I love cooking lots of different dishes for my family and friends.

Love your site. And right, I agree, white wine is a dish. So&#039;s red.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m not Italian (old New England Yankee stock, meat and potatoes, you know). But I grew up in the western sections of Boston, which had a lot of different ethnic groups. So I had tons of friends, whose parents or grandparents were from other countries, particularly Italians.</p>
<p>I have such fond memories of their families&#8217; warmth and generosity.  I learned at a young age to pace myself at Italian meals. I could see their mothers looked hurt if I didn&#8217;t have seconds. The food was so good, it wasn&#8217;t hard to find a place to put it all. Pacing is key.</p>
<p>Even in my teens, when I&#8217;d done hardly any cooking at home, an Italian friend&#8217;s mother taught me some simple and delicious recipes I make to this day. She also pierced my ears for me, with my parents&#8217; consent of course.</p>
<p>Most importantly, I learned from them that food is love and I love cooking lots of different dishes for my family and friends.</p>
<p>Love your site. And right, I agree, white wine is a dish. So&#8217;s red.</p>
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		<title>By: Johnny T</title>
		<link>http://italyville.com/2009/07/stuff-italians-like/#comment-1876</link>
		<dc:creator>Johnny T</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 16:58:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I can only add my &#039;voce&#039; to all those who stopped in here before... too much is never enough.  And &#039;outsiders&#039; never seem to understand... Mom always felt it was better to spend a couple of dollars on an extra pound of macaroni rather than have someone go hungry.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I can only add my &#8216;voce&#8217; to all those who stopped in here before&#8230; too much is never enough.  And &#8216;outsiders&#8217; never seem to understand&#8230; Mom always felt it was better to spend a couple of dollars on an extra pound of macaroni rather than have someone go hungry.</p>
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		<title>By: Renee</title>
		<link>http://italyville.com/2009/07/stuff-italians-like/#comment-1863</link>
		<dc:creator>Renee</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 18:16:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I smiled as I read the post and comments.  When I was a girl, and we would go and visit my grandparents(less than two hours away), awaiting us when we walked in the door was always ravioli or lasagne, chicken or ham, fresh yeast rolls, salads, wine and always some sweet treat.  What was amazing, was that this was just the &quot;appetizer&quot; to sustain us from our &quot;long&quot; travel.  Usually within three hours of arrival, my grandparents would always take my entire family out to eat at a restaurant!!  To this day, I cannot seem to separate food and celebration...and, I, too, always cook &quot;too much&quot; food!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I smiled as I read the post and comments.  When I was a girl, and we would go and visit my grandparents(less than two hours away), awaiting us when we walked in the door was always ravioli or lasagne, chicken or ham, fresh yeast rolls, salads, wine and always some sweet treat.  What was amazing, was that this was just the &#8220;appetizer&#8221; to sustain us from our &#8220;long&#8221; travel.  Usually within three hours of arrival, my grandparents would always take my entire family out to eat at a restaurant!!  To this day, I cannot seem to separate food and celebration&#8230;and, I, too, always cook &#8220;too much&#8221; food!</p>
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		<title>By: Pat</title>
		<link>http://italyville.com/2009/07/stuff-italians-like/#comment-1862</link>
		<dc:creator>Pat</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 23:29:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is so true!  I find myself buying and cooking too much food all the time, even though there is just my husband and I at home.  It is a hard habit to break!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is so true!  I find myself buying and cooking too much food all the time, even though there is just my husband and I at home.  It is a hard habit to break!</p>
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		<title>By: Susan</title>
		<link>http://italyville.com/2009/07/stuff-italians-like/#comment-1861</link>
		<dc:creator>Susan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 12:31:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What is it about us Italians- we are all the same...this sounds like our house!
After preparing all this food we still have those thoughts that past our mind....did I make enough? Whats missing?....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What is it about us Italians- we are all the same&#8230;this sounds like our house!<br />
After preparing all this food we still have those thoughts that past our mind&#8230;.did I make enough? Whats missing?&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>By: Sandi</title>
		<link>http://italyville.com/2009/07/stuff-italians-like/#comment-1860</link>
		<dc:creator>Sandi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 05:15:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It was always such fun when my cousin would bring college buddies over for Thanksgiving dinner.  They would gorge on pasta - ignoring our warnings.  Then out came the turkey dinner.  Followed by desserts and fruits.  Followed by leftovers.  Their eyes would just glaze over.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It was always such fun when my cousin would bring college buddies over for Thanksgiving dinner.  They would gorge on pasta &#8211; ignoring our warnings.  Then out came the turkey dinner.  Followed by desserts and fruits.  Followed by leftovers.  Their eyes would just glaze over.</p>
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		<title>By: Aggie</title>
		<link>http://italyville.com/2009/07/stuff-italians-like/#comment-1859</link>
		<dc:creator>Aggie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 12:24:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I had to chuckle...reminds me of my family!  We love our food!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had to chuckle&#8230;reminds me of my family!  We love our food!!</p>
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