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, as Trump musters his illegal Federal shock troops to invade and occupy major Democratic Sanctuary cities and states, leaders of those Cities and States have unleashed an unexpected push back.

Then, on the rest of the menu, the Oregon Senate’s top three Democrats, and two of the state’s only Black lawmakers, received bomb threats at their homes over the Charlie Kirk killing; historically Black colleges across the United States issued lockdown orders and canceled classes after receiving threats over the Charlie Kirk killing; and, the two people who were detained, publicly named and later released following the killing of Charlie Kirk, continue to face an onslaught of death threats and stalking, even after police said they were not suspects.

After the break, we move to the Chef’s Table where thousands in Slovakia gathered in an escalation of previous protests against the pro-Russian policies of Prime Minister Fico; and, while Trump shuffles and mumbles, France deployed fighter jets and the UK announced fresh sanctions against Russia over its drone attack over Poland.

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”