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		<title>Blogging As a Panda Now</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Hi! If you&#8217;re looking for me, I&#8217;m blogging over here. Where I&#8217;ve decided to turn panda into a verb. If you want to subscribe to all the new stuff, you can do so by clicking right here.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mooseinthekitchen.com/2011/11/03/blogging-as-a-panda-now/</link>
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		<title>Hanging Up the Moose Head</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My love for this blog knows no bounds. That said, if it was a baby or even one of the more delicate cactus specimens, it would have died months ago from sheer neglect. Reason number 36 that I shouldn&#8217;t be allowed to breed. (Reason number 37 is that I&#8217;m bad at naming things. Hi, Mr. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mooseinthekitchen.com/2011/10/04/hanging-up-the-moose-head/</link>
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		<title>You&#8217;re Out of the Woods, You&#8217;re Out of the Dark, You&#8217;re Out of the Night</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Step into the sun, step into the light. Los Angeles has sun. Lots and lots of sun. As someone who used to take bikram yoga and an environmentally unsound number of showers just to warm up, I am reveling in this. In fact, I&#8217;m reveling in the whole thing. In all the work, the reason [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mooseinthekitchen.com/2011/09/12/youre-out-of-the-woods-youre-out-of-the-dark-youre-out-of-the-night/</link>
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		<title>The One Where I Set My Life On Fire</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My lust for melodrama may be skewing the facts a bit. I&#8217;m moving, not burning. Nothing is actually on fire, except possibly my closet because torching it would surely be easier than deciding which of my shoes get trunk space and which get abandoned at Goodwill. But sometimes it feels like I&#8217;ve taken everything safe [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mooseinthekitchen.com/2011/08/22/the-one-where-i-set-my-life-on-fire/</link>
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		<title>Life Is Such a Weird Little Playground</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You have this body. A pre-assigned meat suit you were born with, that hurts when you bash it and feels good when you rest it and lets you taste cheesesteak and spot red balloons in that blue, blue sky. You can dance with it. You can run with it. Its finely tuned responses and firing [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mooseinthekitchen.com/2011/07/14/life-is-such-a-weird-little-playground/</link>
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		<title>Just Me, Part 2</title>
		<description><![CDATA[All my life, I&#8217;ve thought there was someone out there for me. I wondered what he looked like, how he laughed, what his eyebrows did when he was annoyed. How kind he was, what his jokes would be. What we would do on Sunday mornings, what our traditions would become. Waffles and sunshine. Watching TV [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mooseinthekitchen.com/2011/07/06/just-me-part-2/</link>
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		<title>Just Me</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My ex had a lot of money. The year before we split up, he became an official millionaire. This was a more low-key moment than you might imagine. He looked up from his laptop and said &#8220;I have a million dollars in the bank now.&#8221; I looked up from my laptop and replied &#8220;Huh. Cool.&#8221; [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mooseinthekitchen.com/2011/07/05/just-me/</link>
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		<title>There Was Also Discussion of How Much of This Would Fit on Her Tombstone</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Does this look like the kind of woman who would ask her daughter to write her obituary as a birthday present? NOT REALLY, NO. That cheerful smile hides a rather gothic sensibility. She looks like she&#8217;d ask for a nice book, doesn&#8217;t she? Maybe a Rosamunde Pilcher novel or something by the Dalai Lama. But, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mooseinthekitchen.com/2011/06/30/there-was-also-discussion-of-how-much-of-this-would-fit-on-her-tombstone/</link>
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		<title>Want Cookies?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Of course you do. Everyone wants cookies. ESPECIALLY COOKIES MADE OF TWITTER. (More accurately, things I&#8217;ve written on Twitter.) Because the only thing better than reading Twitter is eating Twitter. Bitter Baking Company was a BiSC sponsor and immediately made an irrevocable and obnoxious fangirl out of me. So when Nicole asked if I wanted [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mooseinthekitchen.com/2011/06/28/want-cookies/</link>
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		<title>Six Examples of Why I&#8217;m Not So Great at Interviewing People</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Ever push a random button on your laptop keyboard and become very, very confused by what happens? Ever bake something and wonder why it doesn&#8217;t look like the picture in the cookbook? And take sixteen whole minutes to remember that you aren&#8217;t Nigella Lawson and you substituted baking powder for baking soda (because how different [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mooseinthekitchen.com/2011/06/20/six-examples-of-why-im-not-so-great-at-interviewing-people/</link>
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