tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74477349064022739412011-08-15T11:31:24.679-07:00Food and Loathing in Los AngelesKalynn Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172265962055484893noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7447734906402273941.post-7319639496731748172010-03-19T18:57:00.000-07:002010-04-02T10:13:16.797-07:00

I look forward to Friday nights, there is always a ripple of rebirth and youth in the air, the marking of the end of a stressfully laborious week and the start of a regenerating and coveted weekend. The odd thing is, I never do anything on Friday nights these days, yet feelings of anticipation still hover over me like so much mayonnaise on a club sandwich. This powerful Friday night intoxication

Kalynn Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172265962055484893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7447734906402273941.post-22636784415064882010-02-16T15:41:00.000-08:002010-02-16T16:35:30.199-08:00

It's Fat Tuesday and I have a hankering for all things Creole. Yesterday I made my skinny chicken stew, that means today the anemic bird will hit the jambalaya pot.What's that now? What's a skinny chicken? Well, It's the rock bottom of the poultry offerings at my local market - the least expensive Chicken in a lineup of three different whole birds.First you have your name brand chicken, plump

Kalynn Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172265962055484893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7447734906402273941.post-25254667773670523292009-08-02T16:01:00.000-07:002009-08-03T15:08:18.125-07:00

The heat has made me restless, thirsty and irritable. Not the 'water' kind of thirsty but the Big Daddy Dino kind of thirsty. The 'Fill my glass and let's get gassed' kind of thirsty. Weekends were made for beating the heat and I can think of no better way to bring my cranky, restless, thirsty ass back to an even keel than with a Sunday tango behind the bar. Yes, it's cocktail hour here at the

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Yea, I stay on top of current events. In these mid-apocalyptic times it's as important as a forceful flossing after a tasty rack of pig ribs. And like you, I was caught up in the 'Beer Wars' of this weeks 'Beer Summit' in Washington. And I thought "sure", Obama had no other choice but to drink a Budweiser product. It was obvious. Case closed. Then my Neighbor Bob walked up to our (way too low)

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It should have been a simple walk out across the grass just a few feet from the patio (to grab a neighbors poorly thrown doggie ball) and back again before retreating to cocktails and refreshing shade. The Bastard got me before I even got a third step down. The books call him a Vespid pest, or yellowjacket. Here we call them Meat Bees or Mackerel Bees. They sting like a son-of-a-bitch. Jimmy

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- I don't know, could be like kicking sand into a sink hole, this whole Blog idea. What the hell, I figure I'd give it a shot and see where it landed. At the worst I'd have a petty diary of the time spent in the moment - a captured breath of my history as it were. At the best I'll meet a few like minds and learn a few new tricks along the way. It's also an exercise in stick-to-it-ness, can my

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