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	<title>Comments on: On the Menu: Grilled Spanish Bacalao</title>
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		<title>By: Catherine</title>
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		<dc:creator>Catherine</dc:creator>
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		<description>I&#039;ve always liked cooking. I think I started poking around the kitchen when I was about eight years old or so. Mostly making Cuban food or what I saw my dad cooking. So by the time that I was 14, I had a pretty good hang of it. One day after I finished a play, I invited the cast of the play to my house for some dinner. I was embarrassed to make Cuban food and I immediately opted for oven BBQ chicken. Problem was, I had never made oven BBQ chicken. The adobo was great but sadly the chicken was burnt on the outside and raw on the inside. The mash potatoes were never made because I was running damage control on the chicken. The sides were spilled all over the floor when I tried to get to the oven before the chicken was set ablaze and we ran out of drinks. 

Every so often when I cook, my family will remember my amateur dinner party. I still cringe when I think of it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve always liked cooking. I think I started poking around the kitchen when I was about eight years old or so. Mostly making Cuban food or what I saw my dad cooking. So by the time that I was 14, I had a pretty good hang of it. One day after I finished a play, I invited the cast of the play to my house for some dinner. I was embarrassed to make Cuban food and I immediately opted for oven BBQ chicken. Problem was, I had never made oven BBQ chicken. The adobo was great but sadly the chicken was burnt on the outside and raw on the inside. The mash potatoes were never made because I was running damage control on the chicken. The sides were spilled all over the floor when I tried to get to the oven before the chicken was set ablaze and we ran out of drinks. </p>
<p>Every so often when I cook, my family will remember my amateur dinner party. I still cringe when I think of it.</p>
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