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	<title>Comments on: Pork Salad</title>
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		<title>By: Belva Tuccio</title>
		<link>http://coalcreekfarm.com/2009/05/pork-salad/comment-page-1/#comment-330547</link>
		<dc:creator>Belva Tuccio</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Dec 2011 12:25:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>OK that was horrifying! I jumped a foot straight up!Report this comment as spam or abuse</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>OK that was horrifying! I jumped a foot straight up!Report this comment as spam or abuse</p>
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		<title>By: ArtCantHurt</title>
		<link>http://coalcreekfarm.com/2009/05/pork-salad/comment-page-1/#comment-12580</link>
		<dc:creator>ArtCantHurt</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 15:02:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>April - I have to tell you a quickie story about why your post title is so awesome...
Last summer my hubby and I got home late from a friends house - where the guys drank lots of beer - and said hubby was kinda shnockered. (I drove home, don&#039;t worry)
It was about midnight and I was getting into bed upstairs when I heard a lot of racket downstairs. I went down into the kitchen to find my husband standing there with a really big knife. He said he was hungry and that we didn&#039;t have anything to eat in the house. (he was right...pretty much nothing in the house but a couple leftover cooked pork chops from dinner the night before) So he told me he&#039;d decided to make himself something. Pork salad.
He had out mayo and two kinds of mustard and these cold pork chops he was dicing up into a bowl. I couldn&#039;t take it - I knew there was going to be a missing digit at some point so rather than argue with him I went to bed.
He ended up making the pork salad. (later he explained that at the time it seemed logical...like chicken salad or tuna salad) He made himself a pork salad sandwich. Then he proceeded to come upstairs to our bathroom and upchuck the said pork salad sandwich. Needless to say, the next morning when I went downstairs to clean up his cooking mess, he was less than thrilled to see the remaining pork salad in the fridge. 
To this day whenever one of us does something &#039;dumb&#039; we just look at each other and say &quot;kinda like pork salad&quot;. Nuff said.
Love your blog!!! Don&#039;t ever stop writing!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>April &#8211; I have to tell you a quickie story about why your post title is so awesome&#8230;<br />
Last summer my hubby and I got home late from a friends house &#8211; where the guys drank lots of beer &#8211; and said hubby was kinda shnockered. (I drove home, don&#8217;t worry)<br />
It was about midnight and I was getting into bed upstairs when I heard a lot of racket downstairs. I went down into the kitchen to find my husband standing there with a really big knife. He said he was hungry and that we didn&#8217;t have anything to eat in the house. (he was right&#8230;pretty much nothing in the house but a couple leftover cooked pork chops from dinner the night before) So he told me he&#8217;d decided to make himself something. Pork salad.<br />
He had out mayo and two kinds of mustard and these cold pork chops he was dicing up into a bowl. I couldn&#8217;t take it &#8211; I knew there was going to be a missing digit at some point so rather than argue with him I went to bed.<br />
He ended up making the pork salad. (later he explained that at the time it seemed logical&#8230;like chicken salad or tuna salad) He made himself a pork salad sandwich. Then he proceeded to come upstairs to our bathroom and upchuck the said pork salad sandwich. Needless to say, the next morning when I went downstairs to clean up his cooking mess, he was less than thrilled to see the remaining pork salad in the fridge.<br />
To this day whenever one of us does something &#8216;dumb&#8217; we just look at each other and say &#8220;kinda like pork salad&#8221;. Nuff said.<br />
Love your blog!!! Don&#8217;t ever stop writing!</p>
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		<title>By: PamperingBeki</title>
		<link>http://coalcreekfarm.com/2009/05/pork-salad/comment-page-1/#comment-12038</link>
		<dc:creator>PamperingBeki</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2009 22:30:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>YUM!! 

I love me some pork. :) 

And they&#039;re pretty darn cute too.</description>
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<p>I love me some pork. <img src='http://coalcreekfarm.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  </p>
<p>And they&#8217;re pretty darn cute too.</p>
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