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		By: Eileen Mackey		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Your post struck a chord with me in so many ways. &quot;I cooked that liver and you will eat it.&quot; Ugh, do these type of people have a script? One of my maternal unit&#039;s boyfriends told her we needed to eat liver because we lost iron when we were &quot;on the rag.&quot; Once it was tongue. I watched that giant blob boil in the pot, and I could actually see the little taste bud lumps on it. I felt sorry for the cow, even sorrier for myself when she put a plate of it in front of me. I feel kinda happy to tell you that I *did* vomit.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your post struck a chord with me in so many ways. &#8220;I cooked that liver and you will eat it.&#8221; Ugh, do these type of people have a script? One of my maternal unit&#8217;s boyfriends told her we needed to eat liver because we lost iron when we were &#8220;on the rag.&#8221; Once it was tongue. I watched that giant blob boil in the pot, and I could actually see the little taste bud lumps on it. I felt sorry for the cow, even sorrier for myself when she put a plate of it in front of me. I feel kinda happy to tell you that I *did* vomit.</p>
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