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	<title>Comments on: Duke DesRochers: Future Social Media Renaissance Man</title>
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		<title>By: Be Creative, Use Your Power Tools For Cooking &#124; Green Talk™</title>
		<link>http://lorelle.wordpress.com/2008/11/14/duke-desrochers-future-social-media-renaissance-man/#comment-927646</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Be Creative, Use Your Power Tools For Cooking &#124; Green Talk™]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 02:25:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[...] to create one delicious, creative dinner.  Huh?  No, I am not sipping a little of the sauce. Ask Duke DesRochers, the creative chef/handy man behind his Renaissance Man video (see above) as his entry to [...]]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] to create one delicious, creative dinner.  Huh?  No, I am not sipping a little of the sauce. Ask Duke DesRochers, the creative chef/handy man behind his Renaissance Man video (see above) as his entry to [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Example of a Perfect Personal Blog &#171; Lorelle on WordPress</title>
		<link>http://lorelle.wordpress.com/2008/11/14/duke-desrochers-future-social-media-renaissance-man/#comment-919497</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Example of a Perfect Personal Blog &#171; Lorelle on WordPress]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2009 00:20:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[...] may remember Duke from the story I did on him called, &#8220;Future Social Media Renaissance Man,&#8221; on Lorelle on WordPress or the one on the Blog Herald called &#8220;Exploring Social Media: [...]]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] may remember Duke from the story I did on him called, &#8220;Future Social Media Renaissance Man,&#8221; on Lorelle on WordPress or the one on the Blog Herald called &#8220;Exploring Social Media: [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Featured on the Blog Herald - I&#8217;m Humbled &#171; Duke DesRochers</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Featured on the Blog Herald - I&#8217;m Humbled &#171; Duke DesRochers]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 05:27:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[...] My cousin, Lorelle VanFossen of Lorelle on WordPress wrote about me and announced me to the world in &#8220;Duke DesRochers: Future Social Media Renaissance Man.&#8221; [...]]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] My cousin, Lorelle VanFossen of Lorelle on WordPress wrote about me and announced me to the world in &#8220;Duke DesRochers: Future Social Media Renaissance Man.&#8221; [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Exploring Social Media: Social Means Personal &#124; The Blog Herald</title>
		<link>http://lorelle.wordpress.com/2008/11/14/duke-desrochers-future-social-media-renaissance-man/#comment-911964</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Exploring Social Media: Social Means Personal &#124; The Blog Herald]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 02:44:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[...] Lorelle VanFossen   In &#8220;Duke DesRochers: Future Social Media Renaissance Man,&#8221; I introduced my cousin, Duke DesRochers, highlighting his fun cooking show audition tape as [...]]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Lorelle VanFossen   In &#8220;Duke DesRochers: Future Social Media Renaissance Man,&#8221; I introduced my cousin, Duke DesRochers, highlighting his fun cooking show audition tape as [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Thanks, Lorelle, For Making Me Famous &#171; Duke DesRochers</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Thanks, Lorelle, For Making Me Famous &#171; Duke DesRochers]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 01:32:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[...] Making Me&#160;Famous  Hey Lorelle: This is my first blog (be gentle). I want to thank you for the great article you wrote about my family and me and my cooking audition tape for the Food Network. You&#8217;re sure and swift talent as a word smith really socked my knocks [...]]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Making Me&nbsp;Famous  Hey Lorelle: This is my first blog (be gentle). I want to thank you for the great article you wrote about my family and me and my cooking audition tape for the Food Network. You&#8217;re sure and swift talent as a word smith really socked my knocks [...]</p>
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		<title>By: The One Time I Kicked My Uncle Bud&#8217;s Ass &#171; Duke DesRochers</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[The One Time I Kicked My Uncle Bud&#8217;s Ass &#171; Duke DesRochers]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 00:34:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[...] peanut butter &#8212; Duke DesRochers @ 5:34 pm   You know it’s quite fitting for my cousin, Lorelle of Lorelle on WordPress, to share in my cooking passion. She was actually present for one of my first culinary [...]]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] peanut butter &#8212; Duke DesRochers @ 5:34 pm   You know it’s quite fitting for my cousin, Lorelle of Lorelle on WordPress, to share in my cooking passion. She was actually present for one of my first culinary [...]</p>
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		<title>By: dukex</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 04:16:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[You know it’s quite fitting for Lorelle to share in my cooking passion. She was actually present for one of my first culinary experiments. I’d say the year was 1967 and I was ten years old. My cousin Lorelle and her brother Loren were visiting with their dad, (my Uncle Bud). After my father had passed away two years earlier my Uncle Bud would visit from Lake Stevens Washington to help my widowed mother. Mostly he’d kick me and my older brother&#039;s asses for being the little trouble making rats that we were.  One particular afternoon, my two cousins and I were playing outside and decided we were hungry. Being the capable child that I was, I took them into the kitchen to make us peanut butter sandwiches. Our house was in The Dalles Oregon and was built in the mid 40’s. It was a small three bedroom, full basement track home common to that neighborhood and period. The kitchen was small to say the least. It had a door out to the back yard and across from it a door to the basement. The plywood cabinets were a multi-layer of white painted coats.The countertops were some kind of composite linoleum, red with fancy sparkles scattered about the surface. The counter edges were a banded chrome strip etched with parallel dark lines. 
 
It was probably a week earlier when in that very same kitchen I learned about food coloring. My mother was working on some sort of baking project and showed me the transformative magic of just a few drops. As I was pulling out the bread, peanut butter and knife. I spied the food coloring on the cabinet shelf. I had a revelation! I could take this edible and very safe ingredient and mix it into the peanut butter. I was a genius. A true star among kids. The spectacle of seeing me mix the peanut butter into a dark blue paste was pure entertainment to my younger cousins. I carefully spread this new and mystical blue goo evenly on three slices of saintly white bread,then divvied them out. 
 
In a flash we were jetting out of the kitchen and zipping through the living room. Had our mouths not been stuffed with dark blue peanut butter, we would have been squealing with joy. We almost made it to the front door and out to the safety of the yard when I heard my Uncle Bud Scream. “What the Hell”! We all screeched to a stop and slowly turned to face him. With his eyes bugged out about as far as any adult could possibly bug out their own eyes the scream turned into, “ O My #@!%$&amp;!, What have you fed my kids?” Our faces were frozen with fear and our hearts were trembling. I slowly looked over at my cousin Loren and saw his face smeared with this greasy blue paste. I can only now as a parent myself begin to understand the horror that was going through his mind. When I think about how our faces must have looked. Any sane person could only surmise that we all had just eaten some sort of gasket sealer or toxic epoxy. As you can imagine I tried to explain to him that it was only harmless blue peanut butter but it took several minutes before I was able to speak. Our leftover portions were quickly snatched from our mitts and I was soundly informed that I was never to feed another thing to my cousins… I sometimes like to think… this was the one time &quot;I&quot;, had kicked my Uncle Buds ass. I love you Uncle Bud and I miss you…]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You know it’s quite fitting for Lorelle to share in my cooking passion. She was actually present for one of my first culinary experiments. I’d say the year was 1967 and I was ten years old. My cousin Lorelle and her brother Loren were visiting with their dad, (my Uncle Bud). After my father had passed away two years earlier my Uncle Bud would visit from Lake Stevens Washington to help my widowed mother. Mostly he’d kick me and my older brother&#8217;s asses for being the little trouble making rats that we were.  One particular afternoon, my two cousins and I were playing outside and decided we were hungry. Being the capable child that I was, I took them into the kitchen to make us peanut butter sandwiches. Our house was in The Dalles Oregon and was built in the mid 40’s. It was a small three bedroom, full basement track home common to that neighborhood and period. The kitchen was small to say the least. It had a door out to the back yard and across from it a door to the basement. The plywood cabinets were a multi-layer of white painted coats.The countertops were some kind of composite linoleum, red with fancy sparkles scattered about the surface. The counter edges were a banded chrome strip etched with parallel dark lines. </p>
<p>It was probably a week earlier when in that very same kitchen I learned about food coloring. My mother was working on some sort of baking project and showed me the transformative magic of just a few drops. As I was pulling out the bread, peanut butter and knife. I spied the food coloring on the cabinet shelf. I had a revelation! I could take this edible and very safe ingredient and mix it into the peanut butter. I was a genius. A true star among kids. The spectacle of seeing me mix the peanut butter into a dark blue paste was pure entertainment to my younger cousins. I carefully spread this new and mystical blue goo evenly on three slices of saintly white bread,then divvied them out. </p>
<p>In a flash we were jetting out of the kitchen and zipping through the living room. Had our mouths not been stuffed with dark blue peanut butter, we would have been squealing with joy. We almost made it to the front door and out to the safety of the yard when I heard my Uncle Bud Scream. “What the Hell”! We all screeched to a stop and slowly turned to face him. With his eyes bugged out about as far as any adult could possibly bug out their own eyes the scream turned into, “ O My #@!%$&amp;!, What have you fed my kids?” Our faces were frozen with fear and our hearts were trembling. I slowly looked over at my cousin Loren and saw his face smeared with this greasy blue paste. I can only now as a parent myself begin to understand the horror that was going through his mind. When I think about how our faces must have looked. Any sane person could only surmise that we all had just eaten some sort of gasket sealer or toxic epoxy. As you can imagine I tried to explain to him that it was only harmless blue peanut butter but it took several minutes before I was able to speak. Our leftover portions were quickly snatched from our mitts and I was soundly informed that I was never to feed another thing to my cousins… I sometimes like to think… this was the one time &#8220;I&#8221;, had kicked my Uncle Buds ass. I love you Uncle Bud and I miss you…</p>
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		<title>By: dukex</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[dukex]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 18:05:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last night my wife and I went out for dinner and a movie. You may have noticed as we did that because of rising food and operating cost, some restaurants have chosen to reduce their portions as opposed to an increase in price. My wife ordered the Scallops and I the Ground Sirloin Steak wrapped in bacon. The waitress dropped by our table to check on us and asked, “How did you find your steak sir?” To which I replied, “Easy, I just moved the parsley and there it was. It was delicious…]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Last night my wife and I went out for dinner and a movie. You may have noticed as we did that because of rising food and operating cost, some restaurants have chosen to reduce their portions as opposed to an increase in price. My wife ordered the Scallops and I the Ground Sirloin Steak wrapped in bacon. The waitress dropped by our table to check on us and asked, “How did you find your steak sir?” To which I replied, “Easy, I just moved the parsley and there it was. It was delicious…</p>
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		<title>By: dukex</title>
		<link>http://lorelle.wordpress.com/2008/11/14/duke-desrochers-future-social-media-renaissance-man/#comment-911848</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[dukex]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 18:04:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Lately I have been experimenting with Gastropoda Desoceras Reticulatum, or more commonly refered to as the Garden Slug. There are many varietys around the world and many countries and cultures revere the slug as a sacred and vital food source. Here is what I have found out so far. Although the slugs does not perform well as a door stop, they do however make an excellent shoe horn… What? You think I was gonna eat those gross little tongues with a brain? Never. I’m no Andrew Zimmern of “Bizarrre Foods” on The Travel Channel. That guy has more balls than a cranberry bush!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lately I have been experimenting with Gastropoda Desoceras Reticulatum, or more commonly refered to as the Garden Slug. There are many varietys around the world and many countries and cultures revere the slug as a sacred and vital food source. Here is what I have found out so far. Although the slugs does not perform well as a door stop, they do however make an excellent shoe horn… What? You think I was gonna eat those gross little tongues with a brain? Never. I’m no Andrew Zimmern of “Bizarrre Foods” on The Travel Channel. That guy has more balls than a cranberry bush!</p>
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		<title>By: Lorelle VanFossen</title>
		<link>http://lorelle.wordpress.com/2008/11/14/duke-desrochers-future-social-media-renaissance-man/#comment-911831</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Lorelle VanFossen]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 01:59:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[@&lt;a href=&quot;http://lorelle.wordpress.com/2008/11/14/duke-desrochers-future-social-media-renaissance-man/#comment-911827&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt; Cherish L DesRochers&lt;/a&gt;:

I come from a family of nitpickers. SIGH. Fixing. 

I see I need to have the whole family read my blog more often to uncover all my imperfections and gafs! Thanks, Cherish!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@<a href="http://lorelle.wordpress.com/2008/11/14/duke-desrochers-future-social-media-renaissance-man/#comment-911827" rel="nofollow"> Cherish L DesRochers</a>:</p>
<p>I come from a family of nitpickers. SIGH. Fixing. </p>
<p>I see I need to have the whole family read my blog more often to uncover all my imperfections and gafs! Thanks, Cherish!</p>
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