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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><updated>2009-01-20T13:48:13Z</updated><id>tag:blog.limedaley.com,2018:/isso/thread/post/switzerland-wedding-03-jan-2009</id><title>Comments for blog.limedaley.com/post/switzerland-wedding-03-jan-2009</title><entry><id>tag:blog.limedaley.com,2018:/isso/466/2034</id><title>Comment #2034</title><updated>2009-01-20T13:48:13Z</updated><author><name>jondaley</name></author><link href="https://blog.limedaley.com/post/switzerland-wedding-03-jan-2009#isso-2034" /><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I hadn't realized Nestle picked the chocolate off the tree at a young age.  Shame on them.  :)&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blog.limedaley.com,2018:/isso/466/2033</id><title>Comment #2033</title><updated>2009-01-19T12:22:11Z</updated><author><name>SursumCorda</name></author><link href="https://blog.limedaley.com/post/switzerland-wedding-03-jan-2009#isso-2033" /><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Am I the only one who thought the meat was beef and not veal?  I haven't had veal in years and years, but I don't remember it either looking or tasting like that.  I did think it was some of the tenderest and beef I've ever had, though, and quite delicious!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Too bad if it was veal...I don't want to like veal...kinda like not eating Nestle's chocolate chips, I suppose.&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blog.limedaley.com,2018:/isso/466/2032</id><title>Comment #2032</title><updated>2009-01-19T08:24:24Z</updated><author><name>IrishOboe</name></author><link href="https://blog.limedaley.com/post/switzerland-wedding-03-jan-2009#isso-2032" /><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Nice whirlwind account.  I must give credit where credit is due, and say it was probably Elaine who brought you breakfast, but I know it was Elaine who arranged a ride for Steph and Valda after we left them stranded, and it was certainly Elaine who opened the door for Dad and me.  We could have opened the door, but how could we know when it was time to come in?  I had thought we arranged for someone to open the door at the right time, but it fell through the cracks.  Elaine saved the day by being there and observant and willing to step in with what needed to be done!&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry></feed>