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This is just a taste of the latest entry. For the full posting, visit syllabub.blogspot.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Syllabub/~4/Jp9MWAnfZic" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://syllabub.blogspot.com/feeds/115585700096232769/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714145&amp;postID=115585700096232769" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714145/posts/default/115585700096232769" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714145/posts/default/115585700096232769" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://syllabub.blogspot.com/2006/08/minestrone.html" title="Minestrone" /><author><name>Syllabub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588844623929969188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16066573760103822734" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714145.post-115490205140622249</id><published>2006-08-06T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T15:46:20.020-04:00</updated><title type="text">Tea Eggs</title><content type="html">One of the only sadnesses I have about living in Philadelphia, in my elderly brick row house with its pocket handkerchief garden, is my lack of chickens.  I would love to have a couple of chickens...&lt;br/&gt;
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This is just a taste of the latest entry. For the full posting, visit syllabub.blogspot.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Syllabub/~4/FtxYyW1Q_kE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://syllabub.blogspot.com/feeds/115327225795363059/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714145&amp;postID=115327225795363059" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714145/posts/default/115327225795363059" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714145/posts/default/115327225795363059" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://syllabub.blogspot.com/2006/07/leeks-cucumbers-and-folly.html" title="Leeks, Cucumbers and Folly" /><author><name>Syllabub</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588844623929969188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16066573760103822734" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714145.post-115267236377381150</id><published>2006-07-11T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T00:38:08.446-04:00</updated><title type="text">Summer Pudding</title><content type="html">I love the sniff of a new season around the corner, the stretch of the one you’re in, the memory of the one gone before.  Those changes cheer and comfort me, and I love being bustled along by them. ...&lt;br/&gt;
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