| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Being the daughter of immigrants, I was very familiar with foods people are now just discovering while the stuff eaten by others was a mystery to me.Yes, I was fed in nursery school--I have distinct memories of insipid peas and horrid mash--and a rotten, bullying, naughty little boy who dumped my glass of milk in my plate of veg and my teacher forcing me to eat cold, milky sludge that made me naus
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