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		<title>By: Pumpkin Gingerbread with Dark Chocolate Chips &#171; Greek Yogurt &#38; Apple Slices</title>
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		<description>[...] First a little background on this recipe. When I was growing up, every Saturday my parents would drop me off at practice (cross country or track) &amp; then head to Bob Evan’s for breakfast. They would enjoy a nice big breakfast of pancakes, eggs and coffee while their daughter was poor daughter was out there pounding out some miles &amp; then a crazy workout. Just kidding  I LOVED Saturday morning practices, and was grateful that my parents were willing to get up with me at the crack of dawn to drop my butt off. Practice usually lasted a few hours &amp; when I was done I was DEAD. I usually didn’t want to do anything besides sit on the couch, (unless my Mom mentioned she wanted to go shopping, then I suddenly got a burst of energy  ) watch tv &amp; eat slices of pumpkin bread. This wasn’t just any pumpkin bread, this was pumpkin bread from Bob Evans. (source) [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] First a little background on this recipe. When I was growing up, every Saturday my parents would drop me off at practice (cross country or track) &amp; then head to Bob Evan’s for breakfast. They would enjoy a nice big breakfast of pancakes, eggs and coffee while their daughter was poor daughter was out there pounding out some miles &amp; then a crazy workout. Just kidding  I LOVED Saturday morning practices, and was grateful that my parents were willing to get up with me at the crack of dawn to drop my butt off. Practice usually lasted a few hours &amp; when I was done I was DEAD. I usually didn’t want to do anything besides sit on the couch, (unless my Mom mentioned she wanted to go shopping, then I suddenly got a burst of energy  ) watch tv &amp; eat slices of pumpkin bread. This wasn’t just any pumpkin bread, this was pumpkin bread from Bob Evans. (source) [...]</p>
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