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		<title>By: Traditions &#124; Slavo Salt Gourmet Seasoning</title>
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		<description>[...] Yet another tradition in my family is the fabled Prime Rib Dinner.  Yeah, my clan could be called uppity food snobs but it&#8217;s much worse than that&#8230;  For all major holidays we would have a prime rib roast rather than the traditional roasted turkey.  Why?  Because my dad had some how determine the turkey was a &#8220;dirty bird&#8221; and refuse to allow it to be cooked in our home.  If we did he would walk around making gagging gestures and commenting on the aweful smell turkey produced.  This is the same man that craves breakfast burrito&#8217;s from some of the dingiest Mexican haunts in The Valley.  Prime rib is a treat to the senses, it fills the house with a mouth watering aroma that is unmistakable.  It is second only to home-made fried chicken in the hierarchy of Sunday Suppers!  And thus&#8230; The Prime Rib Supper [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Yet another tradition in my family is the fabled Prime Rib Dinner.  Yeah, my clan could be called uppity food snobs but it&#8217;s much worse than that&#8230;  For all major holidays we would have a prime rib roast rather than the traditional roasted turkey.  Why?  Because my dad had some how determine the turkey was a &#8220;dirty bird&#8221; and refuse to allow it to be cooked in our home.  If we did he would walk around making gagging gestures and commenting on the aweful smell turkey produced.  This is the same man that craves breakfast burrito&#8217;s from some of the dingiest Mexican haunts in The Valley.  Prime rib is a treat to the senses, it fills the house with a mouth watering aroma that is unmistakable.  It is second only to home-made fried chicken in the hierarchy of Sunday Suppers!  And thus&#8230; The Prime Rib Supper [...]</p>
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