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	<title>Comments on: Brainfood: memories of taste</title>
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		<title>By: Leonie Furber</title>
		<link>http://slowfoodperth.org.au/2008/08/brainfood-memories-of-taste/comment-page-1/#comment-899</link>
		<dc:creator>Leonie Furber</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 08:38:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What impressed me so much as a child was the sense of my mother creating something special for the family dinner table - rather than the foods themselves - we only ever ate simple meals, always from seasonal produce and it was always prepared with love and care by my mother.  I learned later she gained her experience about food from both her mother, and more specifically, her mother-in-law, who was a superb cook. I spent many hours watching my mother prepare the meal and stood next to her as the cooking progressed.  My father became the star chef, being the parent who cooked for guests  following his family tradition and his quest for the achievement of perfection in cooking.  So, for me, my memories are stirred by the realisation that my parents instilled in me a deep respect for food, and a profound interest in taste and flavour.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What impressed me so much as a child was the sense of my mother creating something special for the family dinner table &#8211; rather than the foods themselves &#8211; we only ever ate simple meals, always from seasonal produce and it was always prepared with love and care by my mother.  I learned later she gained her experience about food from both her mother, and more specifically, her mother-in-law, who was a superb cook. I spent many hours watching my mother prepare the meal and stood next to her as the cooking progressed.  My father became the star chef, being the parent who cooked for guests  following his family tradition and his quest for the achievement of perfection in cooking.  So, for me, my memories are stirred by the realisation that my parents instilled in me a deep respect for food, and a profound interest in taste and flavour.</p>
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		<title>By: pauline</title>
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		<dc:creator>pauline</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 04:09:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In the 1960s in Greece, my first entry into the local food, a half sheep&#039;s head on a plate, well doesn&#039;t everyone eats brains, tongue and cheeks!</description>
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