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		<title>By: Eric</title>
		<link>http://eclecticechoes.com/2005/02/22/tortillas-sopapilla/comment-page-1/#comment-145</link>
		<dc:creator>Eric</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Feb 2005 04:26:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>No wonder I felt &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; comfortable eating with the Bedouin when I was over there. Well, aside from the fact that they were &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; excellent hosts,  insisting on presenting us with food and drink even while they fasted during Ramadan. Thank you for filling in the memory, I only remember the smell of the flatbreads. I knew from y&#039;all that I had baby sitters at that time, but I was unaware of the diverse culture I was privileged to experience, especially considering that it those first 2--3 years were all at a mid-west college.

Of course now that you mention it, I grew up on a most international diet --  and culture -- what with your assignments around the world, Mom&#039;s awesome cooking and the influences of her folks and yours. Throw Tammy&#039;s experiences and heritage into the mix and it&#039;s no wonder we suffer from terminal wanderlust. Sometimes I regret not taking a position with the Foreign Service. Unfortunately their application process is an over 12 month process.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>No wonder I felt <strong>so</strong> comfortable eating with the Bedouin when I was over there. Well, aside from the fact that they were <em>most</em> excellent hosts,  insisting on presenting us with food and drink even while they fasted during Ramadan. Thank you for filling in the memory, I only remember the smell of the flatbreads. I knew from y&#8217;all that I had baby sitters at that time, but I was unaware of the diverse culture I was privileged to experience, especially considering that it those first 2&#8211;3 years were all at a mid-west college.</p>
<p>Of course now that you mention it, I grew up on a most international diet &#8212;  and culture &#8212; what with your assignments around the world, Mom&#8217;s awesome cooking and the influences of her folks and yours. Throw Tammy&#8217;s experiences and heritage into the mix and it&#8217;s no wonder we suffer from terminal wanderlust. Sometimes I regret not taking a position with the Foreign Service. Unfortunately their application process is an over 12 month process.</p>
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		<title>By: Dad</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dad</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Feb 2005 03:11:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Well now, that memory of yours goes back a long ways! You had two all-day baby sitters back then.  Your first baby sitter was an Indian lady by the name of Pushpa; we think you were with her for nearly two years. Then you were with a Saudi lady, Hyahh (sp?). They were both really great! Now what I do remember is that Hyahh had a great Arabian desert made with a dough of some kind, sugar, nuts, raisins, and honey. Terrrrriffffficcccc!  You had some of the greatest foreign foods back then ....!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well now, that memory of yours goes back a long ways! You had two all-day baby sitters back then.  Your first baby sitter was an Indian lady by the name of Pushpa; we think you were with her for nearly two years. Then you were with a Saudi lady, Hyahh (sp?). They were both really great! Now what I do remember is that Hyahh had a great Arabian desert made with a dough of some kind, sugar, nuts, raisins, and honey. Terrrrriffffficcccc!  You had some of the greatest foreign foods back then &#8230;.!</p>
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