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	<title>Comments on: IF: hatch</title>
	<link>http://blog.marshotelonline.com/2009/12/13/if-hatch/</link>
	<description>feel better, josh pincus</description>
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		<title>By: Mrs Pincus</title>
		<link>http://blog.marshotelonline.com/2009/12/13/if-hatch/#comment-40900</link>
		<author>Mrs Pincus</author>
		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2011 04:27:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Very funny tale...and great illustration. You could have told about your Dad...who I seem to recall was once the Egg Buyer for a major Philadelphia Supermarket chain...but I suppose his purchases did not often hatch!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Very funny tale&#8230;and great illustration. You could have told about your Dad&#8230;who I seem to recall was once the Egg Buyer for a major Philadelphia Supermarket chain&#8230;but I suppose his purchases did not often hatch!!</p>
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		<title>By: non paying long term guest</title>
		<link>http://blog.marshotelonline.com/2009/12/13/if-hatch/#comment-25710</link>
		<author>non paying long term guest</author>
		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 10:51:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://blog.marshotelonline.com/2009/12/13/if-hatch/#comment-25710</guid>
		<description>Despite my advice, my grams and hubby were having a debate as to who had poorer experiences. Hubby was telling about eating certain parts of a cow's head.  Grams topped him: During the Great Depression, she would dress out chickens and sell them for 5 cents a piece; she fed her family a daily diet of ... chicken feet!  She would wash them and boil them for hours before dipping them in batter and frying them.  She said they tasted like cracklins' but I would not know... yuck. Not a connoisseur of the unknown palate. 

PS Stay away from chorizo...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Despite my advice, my grams and hubby were having a debate as to who had poorer experiences. Hubby was telling about eating certain parts of a cow&#8217;s head.  Grams topped him: During the Great Depression, she would dress out chickens and sell them for 5 cents a piece; she fed her family a daily diet of &#8230; chicken feet!  She would wash them and boil them for hours before dipping them in batter and frying them.  She said they tasted like cracklins&#8217; but I would not know&#8230; yuck. Not a connoisseur of the unknown palate. </p>
<p>PS Stay away from chorizo&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Evelyn</title>
		<link>http://blog.marshotelonline.com/2009/12/13/if-hatch/#comment-25554</link>
		<author>Evelyn</author>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 21:23:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://blog.marshotelonline.com/2009/12/13/if-hatch/#comment-25554</guid>
		<description>LOL. love the piece</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>LOL. love the piece</p>
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		<title>By: Indigene</title>
		<link>http://blog.marshotelonline.com/2009/12/13/if-hatch/#comment-25478</link>
		<author>Indigene</author>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 21:58:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://blog.marshotelonline.com/2009/12/13/if-hatch/#comment-25478</guid>
		<description>LOL! LOL! LOL! This really made my day! I grew up in New York, where you can find almost any ethnic market, you like to check out! This post reminds me of my days as a kid going to the different ones on Saturday, with my Mom! I was generally bug-eyed after the experience, every Saturday! Thanks for the reminder! I'm still chuckling! That had to be a fun lunch! lol!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>LOL! LOL! LOL! This really made my day! I grew up in New York, where you can find almost any ethnic market, you like to check out! This post reminds me of my days as a kid going to the different ones on Saturday, with my Mom! I was generally bug-eyed after the experience, every Saturday! Thanks for the reminder! I&#8217;m still chuckling! That had to be a fun lunch! lol!</p>
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		<title>By: joshpincusiscrying</title>
		<link>http://blog.marshotelonline.com/2009/12/13/if-hatch/#comment-25472</link>
		<author>joshpincusiscrying</author>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 17:41:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://blog.marshotelonline.com/2009/12/13/if-hatch/#comment-25472</guid>
		<description>Hmmm.... I never realized you were Asian.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hmmm&#8230;. I never realized you were Asian.</p>
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		<title>By: mother-in-law</title>
		<link>http://blog.marshotelonline.com/2009/12/13/if-hatch/#comment-25470</link>
		<author>mother-in-law</author>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 16:13:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://blog.marshotelonline.com/2009/12/13/if-hatch/#comment-25470</guid>
		<description>Hi son-in-law, it amazes me that many foods considered unique today were simply financial needs when I was growing up. Chicken feet for example, were always included with the purchase of soup chicken in the 30s and 40s. They could also be purchased seperately for a few cents to add to a soup. My Mom boiled them and peeled them and added them to a sparse soup for more flavor. When the doctor came to our house to treat my brother or me his payment was a large bowl of chicken soup or delicious barley soup. (sort of the barter system)  That's enough of the "POOR TOUR" for today.   MOM-IN-LAW</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi son-in-law, it amazes me that many foods considered unique today were simply financial needs when I was growing up. Chicken feet for example, were always included with the purchase of soup chicken in the 30s and 40s. They could also be purchased seperately for a few cents to add to a soup. My Mom boiled them and peeled them and added them to a sparse soup for more flavor. When the doctor came to our house to treat my brother or me his payment was a large bowl of chicken soup or delicious barley soup. (sort of the barter system)  That&#8217;s enough of the &#8220;POOR TOUR&#8221; for today.   MOM-IN-LAW</p>
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		<title>By: The Voracious Boss</title>
		<link>http://blog.marshotelonline.com/2009/12/13/if-hatch/#comment-25468</link>
		<author>The Voracious Boss</author>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 15:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://blog.marshotelonline.com/2009/12/13/if-hatch/#comment-25468</guid>
		<description>Howard made me do it.  And it was pretty disgusting.  Really, just skin and cartilage.

Thanks for being a good sport.  Next time, kosher deli or Horizons.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Howard made me do it.  And it was pretty disgusting.  Really, just skin and cartilage.</p>
<p>Thanks for being a good sport.  Next time, kosher deli or Horizons.</p>
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		<title>By: Diana Evans</title>
		<link>http://blog.marshotelonline.com/2009/12/13/if-hatch/#comment-25466</link>
		<author>Diana Evans</author>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 14:47:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://blog.marshotelonline.com/2009/12/13/if-hatch/#comment-25466</guid>
		<description>Hi Josh....oh I see you went out for Dim Sum....I remember the first time I saw duck feet and chicken feet at a real authentic place ...yikeeeeeeeees....the lady on our team ate the feet and we just looked at her....

great illo !!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Josh&#8230;.oh I see you went out for Dim Sum&#8230;.I remember the first time I saw duck feet and chicken feet at a real authentic place &#8230;yikeeeeeeeees&#8230;.the lady on our team ate the feet and we just looked at her&#8230;.</p>
<p>great illo !!!</p>
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		<title>By: joshpincusiscrying</title>
		<link>http://blog.marshotelonline.com/2009/12/13/if-hatch/#comment-25453</link>
		<author>joshpincusiscrying</author>
		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 17:30:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://blog.marshotelonline.com/2009/12/13/if-hatch/#comment-25453</guid>
		<description>I have tried to refrain from ordering anything on a menu that includes the words:
"pig"
"rectum"
"feet"
"coconut"
 
&lt;em&gt;I just don't like coconut, the others are obvious.&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have tried to refrain from ordering anything on a menu that includes the words:<br />
&#8220;pig&#8221;<br />
&#8220;rectum&#8221;<br />
&#8220;feet&#8221;<br />
&#8220;coconut&#8221;</p>
<p><em>I just don&#8217;t like coconut, the others are obvious.</em></p>
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		<title>By: Jasper</title>
		<link>http://blog.marshotelonline.com/2009/12/13/if-hatch/#comment-25451</link>
		<author>Jasper</author>
		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 16:04:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://blog.marshotelonline.com/2009/12/13/if-hatch/#comment-25451</guid>
		<description>Reminds me of when my wife &#038; I met one of her friends for lunch at a chinese place near the Adelaide Market. Both of them being much more daring than I, sampled what can only be described in English as “fried pig rectum”.
After enduring the barbs about me being a “finicky eater” and having an “unadventurous palate” I watched them eat.
After eating a sampling and both turned up their noses, I asked them how it tasted and they replied: “It tastes like pig shit”.
My wife added, “No matter how much they wash it and scrub it it’s probably always going to taste like pig shit.”

Now there’s a life lesson for you.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Reminds me of when my wife &#038; I met one of her friends for lunch at a chinese place near the Adelaide Market. Both of them being much more daring than I, sampled what can only be described in English as “fried pig rectum”.<br />
After enduring the barbs about me being a “finicky eater” and having an “unadventurous palate” I watched them eat.<br />
After eating a sampling and both turned up their noses, I asked them how it tasted and they replied: “It tastes like pig shit”.<br />
My wife added, “No matter how much they wash it and scrub it it’s probably always going to taste like pig shit.”</p>
<p>Now there’s a life lesson for you.</p>
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