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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0" xmlns:apcm="http://ap.org/schemas/03/2005/apcm"><channel><title>MetroPulse Stories: All Foods Considered by Rose Kennedy</title><link>http://metropulse.com/news/knoxville-culture/all-foods-considered/?partner=RSS</link><atom:link href="http://metropulse.com/news/knoxville-culture/all-foods-considered/?partner=RSS" type="application/rss+xml" rel="self"></atom:link><description>MetroPulse Stories: All Foods Considered by Rose Kennedy</description><language>en-us</language><category>knoxville-culture/all-foods-considered</category><apcm:author name="MetroPulse" uri="http://metropulse.com"></apcm:author><apcm:id>/news/knoxville-culture/all-foods-considered/?partner=RSS</apcm:id><apcm:link rel="self">http://metropulse.com/feeds/headlines/knoxville-culture/all-foods-considered/</apcm:link><apcm:updated>2008-11-21T16:36:58.722157</apcm:updated><apcm:rights>Copyright MetroPulse, 2008</apcm:rights><item><title>Backsliding With the Best
</title><link>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/nov/12/backsliding-best/?partner=RSS</link><description><![CDATA[I really do try, pretty hard, to do the green thing when I eat. For example, I buy the one-pound bag of baby carrots, not the four little individual bags banded together with a giant sticker, cute as they are. And I try to drink locally brewed beer, and only buy donuts that come in recyclable paper boxes.  ]]></description><author>kennedyr@metropulse.com (Rose Kennedy)</author><pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 22:00:00 -0000</pubDate><guid>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/nov/12/backsliding-best/?partner=RSS</guid><category>knoxville-culture/all-foods-considered</category><apcm:ContentMetadata><apcm:id>13998</apcm:id><apcm:updated>2008-11-12T17:00:00</apcm:updated><apcm:published>2008-11-12T17:00:00</apcm:published><apcm:rights>Copyright MetroPulse, 2008</apcm:rights><apcm:link href="/news/2008/nov/12/backsliding-best/?partner=RSS" rel="alternate"></apcm:link><apcm:summary>I really do try, pretty hard, to do the green thing when I eat. For example, I buy the one-pound bag of baby carrots, not the four little individual bags banded together with a giant sticker, cute as they are. And I try to drink locally brewed beer, and only buy donuts that come in recyclable paper boxes.</apcm:summary><apcm:DateLine>Knoxville, TN</apcm:DateLine><apcm:ByLine Title="Staff Writer">Rose Kennedy</apcm:ByLine><apcm:HeadLine>Backsliding With the Best</apcm:HeadLine><apcm:Source>MetroPulse</apcm:Source><apcm:Characteristics MediaType="Text"></apcm:Characteristics><apcm:SlugLine>backsliding-best</apcm:SlugLine></apcm:ContentMetadata></item><item><title>Pecan Do
</title><link>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/oct/08/pecan-do/?partner=RSS</link><description><![CDATA[I thought the first one was a piece of gravel—though it was hitting the top of my tiny Toyota. Ping! The dog, all 12 pounds of her, was more concerned, back legs on the arm rest, front paws on the back seat window ledge, growling.  ]]></description><author>kennedyr@metropulse.com (Rose Kennedy)</author><pubDate>Wed, 08 Oct 2008 22:00:00 -0000</pubDate><guid>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/oct/08/pecan-do/?partner=RSS</guid><category>knoxville-culture/all-foods-considered</category><apcm:ContentMetadata><apcm:id>13821</apcm:id><apcm:updated>2008-10-08T18:00:00</apcm:updated><apcm:published>2008-10-08T18:00:00</apcm:published><apcm:rights>Copyright MetroPulse, 2008</apcm:rights><apcm:link href="/news/2008/oct/08/pecan-do/?partner=RSS" rel="alternate"></apcm:link><apcm:summary>I thought the first one was a piece of gravel—though it was hitting the top of my tiny Toyota. Ping! The dog, all 12 pounds of her, was more concerned, back legs on the arm rest, front paws on the back seat window ledge, growling.</apcm:summary><apcm:DateLine>Knoxville, TN</apcm:DateLine><apcm:ByLine Title="Staff Writer">Rose Kennedy</apcm:ByLine><apcm:HeadLine>Pecan Do</apcm:HeadLine><apcm:Source>MetroPulse</apcm:Source><apcm:Characteristics MediaType="Text"></apcm:Characteristics><apcm:SlugLine>pecan-do</apcm:SlugLine></apcm:ContentMetadata></item><item><title>Alternatively Pickled
</title><link>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/sep/17/alternatively-pickled/?partner=RSS</link><description><![CDATA[My love affair with pickles began when I was a child growing up in an outsized Catholic family in Williamsburg, Va. Our pickles were whole cucumbers “hot packed” in a suspiciously frog-green vinegar, cheap and plentiful in giant Heinz jars. We ate them whole, sliced, on cheese sandwiches, minced for homemade Thousand Island dressing (along with ketchup, cottage cheese, and Miracle Whip) over iceberg lettuce wedges.  ]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 22:00:00 -0000</pubDate><guid>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/sep/17/alternatively-pickled/?partner=RSS</guid><category>knoxville-culture/all-foods-considered</category><apcm:ContentMetadata><apcm:id>13748</apcm:id><apcm:updated>2008-09-17T18:00:00</apcm:updated><apcm:published>2008-09-17T18:00:00</apcm:published><apcm:rights>Copyright MetroPulse, 2008</apcm:rights><apcm:link href="/news/2008/sep/17/alternatively-pickled/?partner=RSS" rel="alternate"></apcm:link><apcm:summary>My love affair with pickles began when I was a child growing up in an outsized Catholic family in Williamsburg, Va. Our pickles were whole cucumbers “hot packed” in a suspiciously frog-green vinegar, cheap and plentiful in giant Heinz jars. We ate them whole, sliced, on cheese sandwiches, minced for homemade Thousand Island dressing (along with ketchup, cottage cheese, and Miracle Whip) over iceberg lettuce wedges.</apcm:summary><apcm:DateLine>Knoxville, TN</apcm:DateLine><apcm:HeadLine>Alternatively Pickled</apcm:HeadLine><apcm:Source>MetroPulse</apcm:Source><apcm:Characteristics MediaType="Text"></apcm:Characteristics><apcm:SlugLine>alternatively-pickled</apcm:SlugLine></apcm:ContentMetadata></item><item><title>You Bring The Salad
</title><link>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/aug/20/you-bring-salad/?partner=RSS</link><description><![CDATA[<strong>All Foods Considered by Rose Kennedy:</strong> Last August, serendipity. I needed a dish at 7 a.m. sharp for the Teacher Appreciation Breakfast, and on a mad dash to the Kroger, not only were Simply Potatoes hash browns on sale, they had a recipe for breakfast casserole right on the label. I tweaked it, cutting the sausage, adding thyme, and had a modest hit—by which I mean I heard later both casseroles had been eaten.   ]]></description><author>kennedyr@metropulse.com (Rose Kennedy)</author><pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 22:00:00 -0000</pubDate><guid>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/aug/20/you-bring-salad/?partner=RSS</guid><category>knoxville-culture/all-foods-considered</category><apcm:ContentMetadata><apcm:id>13656</apcm:id><apcm:updated>2008-08-20T18:00:00</apcm:updated><apcm:published>2008-08-20T18:00:00</apcm:published><apcm:rights>Copyright MetroPulse, 2008</apcm:rights><apcm:link href="/news/2008/aug/20/you-bring-salad/?partner=RSS" rel="alternate"></apcm:link><apcm:summary>&lt;strong&gt;All Foods Considered by Rose Kennedy:&lt;/strong&gt; Last August, serendipity. I needed a dish at 7 a.m. sharp for the Teacher Appreciation Breakfast, and on a mad dash to the Kroger, not only were Simply Potatoes hash browns on sale, they had a recipe for breakfast casserole right on the label. I tweaked it, cutting the sausage, adding thyme, and had a modest hit—by which I mean I heard later both casseroles had been eaten. </apcm:summary><apcm:DateLine>Knoxville, TN</apcm:DateLine><apcm:ByLine Title="Staff Writer">Rose Kennedy</apcm:ByLine><apcm:HeadLine>You Bring The Salad</apcm:HeadLine><apcm:Source>MetroPulse</apcm:Source><apcm:Characteristics MediaType="Text"></apcm:Characteristics><apcm:SlugLine>you-bring-salad</apcm:SlugLine></apcm:ContentMetadata></item><item><title>It’s All In the Flip
</title><link>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/aug/06/its-all-flip/?partner=RSS</link><description><![CDATA[<strong>All Foods Considered by Rose Kennedy:</strong> I did, after I took three young teens to a pick-your-own blueberry farm on the Fourth of July about four years ago. I remember they were good little blueberries, though the proprietress told me they would get a little sweeter and plumper as the season wore into mid-August. I remember only my older daughter was proficient at picking, something to do with being left-handed, I thought. While the rest of us ate one, picked one, paused in the shade, she would denude half a bush. I remember expecting strawberry-size plants and getting full-grown bushes a little taller than I am.  ]]></description><author>kennedyr@metropulse.com (Rose Kennedy)</author><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 22:00:00 -0000</pubDate><guid>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/aug/06/its-all-flip/?partner=RSS</guid><category>knoxville-culture/all-foods-considered</category><apcm:ContentMetadata><apcm:id>13593</apcm:id><apcm:updated>2008-08-06T18:00:00</apcm:updated><apcm:published>2008-08-06T18:00:00</apcm:published><apcm:rights>Copyright MetroPulse, 2008</apcm:rights><apcm:link href="/news/2008/aug/06/its-all-flip/?partner=RSS" rel="alternate"></apcm:link><apcm:summary>&lt;strong&gt;All Foods Considered by Rose Kennedy:&lt;/strong&gt; I did, after I took three young teens to a pick-your-own blueberry farm on the Fourth of July about four years ago. I remember they were good little blueberries, though the proprietress told me they would get a little sweeter and plumper as the season wore into mid-August. I remember only my older daughter was proficient at picking, something to do with being left-handed, I thought. While the rest of us ate one, picked one, paused in the shade, she would denude half a bush. I remember expecting strawberry-size plants and getting full-grown bushes a little taller than I am.</apcm:summary><apcm:DateLine>Knoxville, TN</apcm:DateLine><apcm:ByLine Title="Staff Writer">Rose Kennedy</apcm:ByLine><apcm:HeadLine>It’s All In the Flip</apcm:HeadLine><apcm:Source>MetroPulse</apcm:Source><apcm:Characteristics MediaType="Text"></apcm:Characteristics><apcm:SlugLine>its-all-flip</apcm:SlugLine></apcm:ContentMetadata></item><item><title>Un-Sweet on Tea
</title><link>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/jul/23/un-sweet-tea/?partner=RSS</link><description><![CDATA[<strong>All Foods Considered by Rose Kennedy:</strong>  know I asked for it. She handed it through the fast-food window, even smiled a little at my little dog riding in the passenger seat. Egg biscuit, unsweet tea.  ]]></description><author>kennedyr@metropulse.com (Rose Kennedy)</author><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 22:00:00 -0000</pubDate><guid>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/jul/23/un-sweet-tea/?partner=RSS</guid><category>knoxville-culture/all-foods-considered</category><apcm:ContentMetadata><apcm:id>13544</apcm:id><apcm:updated>2008-07-23T18:00:00</apcm:updated><apcm:published>2008-07-23T18:00:00</apcm:published><apcm:rights>Copyright MetroPulse, 2008</apcm:rights><apcm:link href="/news/2008/jul/23/un-sweet-tea/?partner=RSS" rel="alternate"></apcm:link><apcm:summary>&lt;strong&gt;All Foods Considered by Rose Kennedy:&lt;/strong&gt;  know I asked for it. She handed it through the fast-food window, even smiled a little at my little dog riding in the passenger seat. Egg biscuit, unsweet tea.</apcm:summary><apcm:DateLine>Knoxville, TN</apcm:DateLine><apcm:ByLine Title="Staff Writer">Rose Kennedy</apcm:ByLine><apcm:HeadLine>Un-Sweet on Tea</apcm:HeadLine><apcm:Source>MetroPulse</apcm:Source><apcm:Characteristics MediaType="Text"></apcm:Characteristics><apcm:SlugLine>un-sweet-tea</apcm:SlugLine></apcm:ContentMetadata></item><item><title>Cinna Buns to the Max
</title><link>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/jun/25/cinna-buns-max/?partner=RSS</link><description><![CDATA[<strong>All Foods Considered by Rose Kennedy:</strong> And he starts talking about Cinnabon. How they’re so big, they’re like bean bag chairs. How you have to take a nap halfway through eating one. How no one waiting in line to buy them can look each other in the eye.  ]]></description><author>kennedyr@metropulse.com (Rose Kennedy)</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 22:00:00 -0000</pubDate><guid>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/jun/25/cinna-buns-max/?partner=RSS</guid><category>knoxville-culture/all-foods-considered</category><apcm:ContentMetadata><apcm:id>13448</apcm:id><apcm:updated>2008-06-25T18:00:00</apcm:updated><apcm:published>2008-06-25T18:00:00</apcm:published><apcm:rights>Copyright MetroPulse, 2008</apcm:rights><apcm:link href="/news/2008/jun/25/cinna-buns-max/?partner=RSS" rel="alternate"></apcm:link><apcm:summary>&lt;strong&gt;All Foods Considered by Rose Kennedy:&lt;/strong&gt; And he starts talking about Cinnabon. How they’re so big, they’re like bean bag chairs. How you have to take a nap halfway through eating one. How no one waiting in line to buy them can look each other in the eye.</apcm:summary><apcm:DateLine>Knoxville, TN</apcm:DateLine><apcm:ByLine Title="Staff Writer">Rose Kennedy</apcm:ByLine><apcm:HeadLine>Cinna Buns to the Max</apcm:HeadLine><apcm:Source>MetroPulse</apcm:Source><apcm:Characteristics MediaType="Text"></apcm:Characteristics><apcm:SlugLine>cinna-buns-max</apcm:SlugLine></apcm:ContentMetadata></item><item><title>Know Thy Pesto
</title><link>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/jun/04/know-thy-pesto/?partner=RSS</link><description><![CDATA[<strong>All Foods Considered by Rose Kennedy:</strong> I love traditional pesto, and I know that friendly bandana-ed workers are all too happy to sell you takeout containers of the Tomato Head version at the restaurant and Three Rivers Market. That’s why I never make it at home.  ]]></description><author>kennedyr@metropulse.com (Rose Kennedy)</author><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2008 22:00:00 -0000</pubDate><guid>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/jun/04/know-thy-pesto/?partner=RSS</guid><category>knoxville-culture/all-foods-considered</category><apcm:ContentMetadata><apcm:id>13378</apcm:id><apcm:updated>2008-06-04T18:00:00</apcm:updated><apcm:published>2008-06-04T18:00:00</apcm:published><apcm:rights>Copyright MetroPulse, 2008</apcm:rights><apcm:link href="/news/2008/jun/04/know-thy-pesto/?partner=RSS" rel="alternate"></apcm:link><apcm:summary>&lt;strong&gt;All Foods Considered by Rose Kennedy:&lt;/strong&gt; I love traditional pesto, and I know that friendly bandana-ed workers are all too happy to sell you takeout containers of the Tomato Head version at the restaurant and Three Rivers Market. That’s why I never make it at home.</apcm:summary><apcm:DateLine>Knoxville, TN</apcm:DateLine><apcm:ByLine Title="Staff Writer">Rose Kennedy</apcm:ByLine><apcm:HeadLine>Know Thy Pesto</apcm:HeadLine><apcm:Source>MetroPulse</apcm:Source><apcm:Characteristics MediaType="Text"></apcm:Characteristics><apcm:SlugLine>know-thy-pesto</apcm:SlugLine></apcm:ContentMetadata></item></channel></rss>