West Coast Cookbook & Speakeasy Daily Special, Blue Moon Spirits Fridays Podcast (Audio)

“Structural linguistics is a bitterly divided and unhappy profession, and a large number of its practitioners spend many nights drowning their sorrows in Ouisghian Zodahs.” ― Douglas Adams "The Restaurant at the End of the Universe"

Today’s West Coast Cookbook & Speakeasy Podcast for our especially special Daily Special, Blue Moon Spirits Fridays, is now available on the Spreaker Player!

Starting off in the Bistro Cafe, posting racist fake videos while refusing to negotiate with Democrats to end the shutdown reveals the madness pouring from the darkness of Donald Trump's mind.

Then, on the rest of the menu, Tim Apple capitulated to demands from Nazi Barbie Bondi and removed the ICEBlock app that allowed users to track ICE goons; a fundraiser for the family of the MAGA gunman who opened fire in a Michigan church and set it ablaze, has raised over $275,000, no word on any fundraisers for the four dead and eight seriously injured; and, ICE plans to hire dozens of contractors to scan Twitter, Facebook, TikTok, and other platforms to target people for deportation.

After the break, we move to the Chef’s Table where major Japanese beverage producer Asahi has been hit by a cyberattack that left its operations disrupted for the fifth day today; and, Europe has hardened its position on Russia as drone incidents, cyber-attacks and infrastructure sabotage mount.

All that and more, on West Coast Cookbook & Speakeasy with Chef de Cuisine Justice Putnam.

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- Chef Justice Putnam

House Ruins of Poet St Pol Roux Brittany, France

“Do you smell that?” she asked, as we drove through Reims, past the headquarters of the National Front, on our way to La Tranche sur Mer.

“I don’t know,” I said flatly, “what is it?”

“It smells like… ” she sniffed in a haughty, Parisian disdain, “it smells like, fascism.”

I knew then I was in love with her. I knew it truly.

– Justice Putnam
“My Little French Honeymoon”