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	<title>Comments on: Sweet Potato Casserole</title>
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		<title>By: r</title>
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		<description>Ha! I supply this same side item for holiday meals. It is pretty gross to serve up that much sugar and butter, but at least doing so eliminates the presence of that marshmallow topping shit, which is far more depressing in my opinion. My grossed-outedness is somewhat diminished by nostalgia. This dish has appeared at every holiday function in my life, courtesy of my great-grandmother, then my grandmother, my mother and now me. As the family dyke, most of my foremothers&#039; traditions (wedding dresses, baby gowns, jewelry, blah) will wither at my feet or shift away to more distant cousins, but the sweet potatoes live on, dammit. Happy Thanksgiving.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ha! I supply this same side item for holiday meals. It is pretty gross to serve up that much sugar and butter, but at least doing so eliminates the presence of that marshmallow topping shit, which is far more depressing in my opinion. My grossed-outedness is somewhat diminished by nostalgia. This dish has appeared at every holiday function in my life, courtesy of my great-grandmother, then my grandmother, my mother and now me. As the family dyke, most of my foremothers&#8217; traditions (wedding dresses, baby gowns, jewelry, blah) will wither at my feet or shift away to more distant cousins, but the sweet potatoes live on, dammit. Happy Thanksgiving.</p>
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