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        <pubDate>Sat, 29 Sep 2007 20:47:00 GMT</pubDate>
        <title>gourmet</title>
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        <description>&lt;p&gt; Getting to Gosford this time was a long comedy of errors.  Three weeks later, two bouts of sickness, a call to the NRMA&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href=&quot;#20070929.16471&quot;&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; and two wrong turns and we finally made it.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; Today at lunch we stopped in a cute little “gourmet” deli.  Mum asked to share a meat pie with Aunty Rae.  This put the staff at the deli into a tizzy because they couldn’t figure out how to cut the pie in half without making a mess.  In the end they put the pie on one plate and let mum cut it herself.  Clean cut.  No mess.  Not that it really mattered if there had been a mess.  It does beg the question though: how poorly equipped for life would one have to be if one lacked the initiative to cut a pie in half?&lt;/p&gt;
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