In Hindsight: When pictures pose a problem

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Bjorn with a bjorn (bjorn means “bear” in Swedish. Alas, this photo did not make it into the church directory.)

My husband and I took professional posed pictures for the first time this week for our church directory.

We missed out on engagement pictures because I wanted a photobooth at our wedding more. Besides, my husband is quite the shutterbug and almost every single day of our courtship has been chronicled and posted on Facebook (of course.)

So I was a bit taken aback at what happens with this sort of thing.

First up was the magnitude of effort in coordinating outfits. We made a special trip to the mall. We hunted through racks and pored over hangers. We couldn’t find anything that we both liked, so we ended up getting a strawberry Julius instead (which happily, does go with every outfit.)

Later we discovered we already had coordinating clothing in our wardrobes that we both liked (of course.)

I was also amazed to discover that though I felt I was placed in the most awkward positions possible — my head tilting unaturally, my limbs askew — in the pictures it looked perfectly natural.

But perhaps the most surprising thing I discovered at the photo shoot is that my husband can not sustain a smile without emitting strange noises.

Hitherto, our previous photo-taking opps had taken less than 3 seconds. In an alien position for an extended time, my husband began leaking sounds that sounded halfway between laughter and a warthog rooting around in mulch.

“Hueh-hueh-hueh-hueh,” he breathed directly into my ear. I was woefully unprepared for this auditory attack, so of course I burst out laughing.

Our photographer was a bit puzzled, but then delighted at the expressions coming to light. “Great great great!” she said.

The pictures tell a different story.

Sigh. A lesson for next time.

Jammie Karlman is the entertainment editor for the Chico Enterprise-Record. Contact her at buzz@chicoer.com. Follow her on Twitter @JammieKarlman

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Dollar Makes You Holler – MilkBite

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I had seen and been intrigued by this product for a while now at the 99 Cent Store, and then been disturbed that there seemed to be so many boxes sitting there for so long. But I like milk and chocolate and the name has a nice ring to it.

Unfortunately, the niceness ends there. MilkBite is touted as milk and a granola bar, but it inhabits a weird netherworld: It has neither the pleasant crispness of a granola bar nor the tasty creaminess of milk. It tastes and has the mouthfeel of a damp cookie — but not a good cookie, more like ones that are marketed as “healthy” (and I challenge you to come up with a food that actually tastes good “damp.”)

Well. At least my curiosity has been sated (if not my palate) and the mystery of the many boxes on the shelf has been solved. Take that, Agatha Christie, yeah!

MilkBite found at the 99 Cent Store at 2560 Notre Dame Boulevard Chico, CA 95928.

Jammie Karlman is the entertainment editor for the Chico Enterprise-Record. Contact her at buzz@chicoer.com. Follow her on Twitter @JammieKarlman

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Taco Bell’s bland Cantina Bowl a ‘wretched hive of scum and villainy’

Taco Bell sign - FILE-This Wednesday, June 6, 2012, file photo shows a Taco Bell restaurant in Richmond, Va. (AP Photo/Steve Helber, File)

When I hear the word “Cantina,” I often think back to the Mos Eisley cantina scene in “Star Wars.” In the case of Taco Bell’s new Cantina Bell menu, the comparison is apt because I also think of Obi-Wan Kenobi describing the town of Mos Eisley as a “wretched hive of scum andvillainy” (it’s the town’s motto!).

That’s the most positive endorsement I can give Taco Bell’s newest offering. Instead of trading on a snacky gimmick like the Doritos Locos Taco and its nacho cheese encrusted shell, Taco Bell appears to try something new … and fails miserably.

Up front, I will grant that we shouldn’t necessarily expect greatness from a fast-food menu — although the food should at least be somewhat enjoyable. And, unlike Taco Bell’s previous effort to add Fritos to burritos and Kentucky Fried Chicken’s effort to throw everything in a bowl and call it “Famous,” at least Taco Bell appears to make an effort for a more gourmet offering. Unfortunately, my expectations of the Cantina Bowl were buoyed by Taco Bell’s descriptions and they were ultimately and utterly dashed by the final, underwhelming product. The Cantina Bowl is neither enjoyable to eat nor very flavorful.

Taco Bell says the Cantina Bowl contains “citrus-herb marinated chicken [or steak or veggies], flavorful black beans, guacamole made from real Hass avocados, roasted corn and pepper salsa, a creamy cilantro dressing, and freshly prepared pico de gallo, all served on a bed of cilantro rice.” Based on the description and photos, it sounds like something you might get from Chipotle (except if you didn’t have much say on the ingredients).

It would seem like there are a lot of flavors on that list — if only calling something flavorful would make it so. Unfortunately, the flavors never blended into a delicious melange. The end result was so bland, I was rushing for the Fire Sauce to make it palatable.

If the ingredients in the dish didn’t mesh well together, one may hope for some individual elements to stand out. Unfortunately, I opted for the “steak” instead of the chicken and it seemed like the only thing to stand out (and not for the right reasons).

After a few bites, it tasted like I was digging into the meat from a frozen dinner (specifically, the Marie Callender’s Old Fashioned Beef Pot Roast). Unfortunately, the frozen meal provides a better experience at about $3 than the bowl at $7 (including drink)

The similarities were uncanny — the chunks of beef in the bowl had a similar grain and texture and the gravy/sauce was practically identical. It is similar to the steak that Taco Bell uses in its regular burritos, but its flaws stood out more here because it could be isolated from other ingredients.

The rice merely reflected what little other flavors were in the bowl while contributing nothing more than the texture of watery grains to the dish. Again, this is very similar to the rice from a frozen dinner.

As I ate through the bowl, I pondered The Onion’s joking take on the five ingredients in the Taco Bell kitchen. Basically, the joke is that Taco Bell just remixes the same five or so ingredients and calls it something new. In the case of the Cantina Bowl, I believe they added some new items (like the corn salsa), but otheringredients — like rice, lettuce, steak and tomatoes — seemed like the same ones that Taco Bell uses in its everyday tacos and burritos. That’s a problem because the taste expectations were much higher for the bowl and entire Cantina Menu than the regular menu where we know what we’re getting … for better or worse.

The apparent use of stock ingredients plays into the presentation — it looked nothing like the promo photos (but what does?). It looked hastily assembled at the eatery at the Chico Mall and the plain ol’ ingredients were easily discernable. The photos and review from Brand Eating provide some good context.

The lettuce was the same light green shred that you might see in the chain’s tacos and just as paper-y bland. Most of the sauces and salsas glooped up into the lettuce, which could have been an opportunity to get enjoy the sauces on their own merits. Unfortunately, the only sauce that stood out was the creamy cilantro dressing. It had a thin consistency, but had added a little tang of flavor.

I couldn’t really get a taste of theguacamole. The corn salsa and “flavorful” beans added little more than the texture of corn kernels and tiny, firm black beans.

I prefer Mexican food (or Taco Bell’s version of it) to have some spice, but the Cantina Bowl had no heat at all. Reviewing the list of ingredients, there are only a few items that could really contribute spice (perhaps the salsas, the cilantro dressing and the beef) and they failed to deliver.

Adding the Fire Sauce helped perk things up, but it was still a slog getting through the rest of the meal and I was happy when it was done. I probably should’ve stopped eating it, but that’s a habit I need to get back into.

I must give Taco Bell some credit for trying something new to try to compete in a space normally held by Chipotle and similar restaurants. I also liked that they touted that if you don’t like it you can return it for something else (which really should be standard customer service, but is still appreciated).

I was so disappointed by this underwhelming offering that I strongly considered taking Taco Bell up on its offer for a new dish, but I was in a hurry that night (and I wasn’t in the mood for more food).

Ultimately, like the Mos Eisley cantina, Taco Bell’s Cantina Bowl is something that people should probably avoid.

Bottom line — Stay away from this uninspiring, flavorless Cantina Menu offering from Taco Bell that just never comes together. Although it may appear to be fresher and more “gourmet” than other offerings on the restaurant’s menu, appearances may be deceiving and more costly.

Photo: FILE-This Wednesday, June 6, 2012, file photo shows a Taco Bell restaurant in Richmond, Va. (AP Photo/Steve Helber, File)

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The curious connection between celebrity fat and fame

I’m a fan of Emma Stone. I first noticed her in “Superbad,” where she played the love interest of Jonah Hill. (I did a double take because I thought Lindsey Lohan had somehow cleaned up, gained weight, turned back the hands of time and gone back to being a redhead). Movie critics loved her in “Easy A,” and all signs point to the “Amazing Spiderman” as being one of the summer’s biggest blockbusters. She’s a rising star… who seems to have lost a few pounds since “Superbad.”

That got me to thinking about other actresses’ rise (and fall) in stardom and correlating factors. It seems to me that most actresses who enjoy any modicum of fame start out with a higher body mass index than when they are at the peak of their career. Let me clarify: They are in no way obese, fat or even chubby. Indeed, one could say they look “normal.” But after their initial breakout role, they seem to shrink. And as they shrink, critical acclaim/box office profits increase.

BUT

There is a dark side: get too skinny and the acclaim/big roles also start disappearing.

I call it — The Fat/Fame Parabola.

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Below, where Emma Stone has been on the parabola:

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Don’t believe me? Check out a few examples below (and please be patient as the Storify loads).

Jammie Karlman is the entertainment editor for the Chico Enterprise-Record. Contact her at buzz@chicoer.com. Follow her on Twitter @JammieKarlman

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Return of the Celli*

I had another gig (read: played at church again) but this time with a twist: I played with another cello. I had never done a cello duet before. Although cellos are not particularly rare, finding someone who played one and actually wanted to play with me was a bit like discovering blueberry streusel bread at Target: unexpected, untried and ultimately something I’m glad I didn’t miss out on.

The first time I met John was at potluck. I didn’t really pay him any mind as I was too busy on a voyage of discovery around my plate (a good potluck rule of thumb: Try a little bit of everything, you never know what’s going to end up tasting good (and is it just me, or does the weirdest-looking dish on the table always end up tasting the best?)). My head did jerk up from my plate though when I heard someone say: “He’s a wonderful cellist.”

Well, Come Go Down t’Africa! (the mnemonic my cello teacher used to teach me the string names, which now strikes me as odd. Why not Argentina? Or Antarctica? Or Australia– its very nickname is the land down under. But anyway—>) That very morning, someone had asked me to play the cello for church. I don’t believe in coincidence (or performing solo when I don’t have to), so I asked him to play.

I’m glad I did. The tone he gets from his cello sounds like it is dipped in butter and plated in silver while a thousand fluffy baby bunnies caper about in riotous joy (I am closer than you think with this metaphor: two of his strings are gut strings. And while PETA is probably going to throw a fit, gut strings do sound better). It also doesn’t hurt that his cello was made in 1892. Just touching it almost triggered an existential crisis.

The guy can play harmony using notes so gymastic it would make Nadia Comaneci jealous. And he does it by ear. I must admit I felt a bit of trepidation at the thought of playing with him, but he put me completely at ease and gave me really good tips, like better angles to use when playing on certain strings, how to hold my bow correctly and a good cello book to buy.

During the performance I felt fairly comfortable and I think I was actually breathing regularly. It sounds odd, but I felt less pressure playing with another cellist. I look forward to doing it again (or, if you’re fob, “duetting” again – hur, hur, hur.)

(*Celli is probably pronounced cheh-lee rather than chel-lie, but whatever. )

Jammie Karlman is the entertainment editor for the Chico Enterprise-Record. Contact her at buzz@chicoer.com. Follow her on Twitter @JammieKarlman

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Dollar Makes You Holler – Sunglasses

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I’ve never understood the fascination with buying expensive sunglasses. Unless you lead an active, outdoorsy lifestyle/have a job that requires spending a lot of time outdoors during the daytime/have a medical need, I see no real need to spend hundred of dollars on plastic that shades your eyes. Fortunately, I have none of the aforementioned conditions and realistically, I’m lucky if I spend 30 minutes of my day in actual sunshine. So it was with real joy that I discovered the sunglass rack at the Dollar Store. It is especially fortuitous as I seem to have a habit of losing sunglasses to water. My first pair of dollar store sunglasses floated away in a Lake Oroville inlet, but was retrieved by gracious strangers, and my second pair was lost to the fish pond of a very lovely couple that had agreed to adopt the goldfish I used in a floral foyer display (Flora y Fauna, I call it (the display, not the sunglasses); see it on Pinterest here).

And I am wearing these sunglasses at night.

Because I can.

Sunglasses found at Dollar Tree, 2485 Notre Dame Blvd # 480 Chico, CA 95928

Jammie Karlman is the entertainment editor for the Chico Enterprise-Record. Contact her at buzz@chicoer.com. Follow her on Twitter @JammieKarlman

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Dollar Makes You Holler – Peanut M&Ms

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I am on a forever quest to find peanut M&Ms at a dollar store. While this may seem like a fairly simple task, it is no mean feat. Reese’s Pieces, Twix, plain M&Ms and even the pretzel M&Ms proliferate the aisles and can be found at the check-out stand, but nary a peanut M&M is in sight.

Does the presence of a peanut somehow make it more rare? But how to explain the ubiquitous presence of Goobers, Reese’s Pieces with peanuts and Snickers then? Does the peanut make it more popular? According to this Bloomberg Business Week article, I could be on to something—it’s the #1 selling candy. Everyone does indeed love a legume.

And yes, that bag in the picture is already empty.

Peanut M&Ms found at the 99 Cent Store, 2560 Notre Dame Boulevard

Jammie Karlman is the entertainment editor for the Chico Enterprise-Record. Contact her at buzz@chicoer.com. Follow her on Twitter @JammieKarlman

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In Hindsight: Hard to get

Recently, my husband went on a business trip for about 5 days (don’t feel too bad for him, he got to go to San Diego). I eagerly anticipated his arrival home. Upon seeing him, I was so happy and excited, I jumped into his arms. But I also experienced the oddest sensation: shyness.

My husband told me he didn’t feel it, he was just happy to be home. I felt so abashed, I couldn’t even look at him straight on, but would sneak glances at him from the corner of my eyes. (Bjorn and I seem to handle separation from loved ones in the exact opposite manner. He told me his dad was away on a trip for several weeks when he was very young. When his dad came back, Bjorn apparently couldn’t stop staring at him, according to his mother. I imagine it might have been the same look he’s giving the Legos below.)

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It’s especially weird to me considering our “courtship.” We spent the better part of 2 years in a looooong-distance relationship (think: “South Korea to Nor Cal” long.) Skype was our best friend. One might think I would be used to him being away.

I did experience the same shyness when we would finally get to be in each other’s presence physically. But that was back when we were dating, and had been separated by several hundred miles for months. This had only been a few days and we are no longer dating. I can understand the feeling when dating, considering how much time is spent agonizing over the “Does s/he really like me?” question regardless of the couple’s physical proximity. But Bjorn and I are married now. We have proven, in front of about 300 of our closest friends and family, that we like each other. So what is up?

I tried Googling it, but that great fount of knowledge was dry when it came to the topic. However, I have heard similar stories from other girls who were separated from their significant others for a time. Is it a girl thing? Am I just being overly coy?

The feeling I had reminds me of another story Bjorn told me: He once knew a little girl, let’s call her Ella, about age 3. She had a best friend, Jon, also about the same age. When they would see each other from across the park, they would excitedly shout each other’s names:
“Ella!”
“Jon!”
“Ella!!”
“Jon!!”
and so forth.

They would keep yelling each other’s name as they raced toward each other as fast their little legs could take them across the park. However, as soon they reached each other, they would stand in silence.

Were they dumbstruck by wonderment? Overwhelmed by joy? Winded from running so hard?

In any case, it sure was fun getting to know him again.

Jammie Karlman is the entertainment editor for the Chico Enterprise-Record. Contact her at buzz@chicoer.com. Follow her on Twitter @JammieKarlman

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Dollar Makes You Holler – Tazo Tea

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Starbucks gold card carrier Bjorn Karlman (he really does have one) holds up two Tazo teas found at the 99 Cent store in Chico.

I was very surprised to see this name brand at the 99 Cent store. How had the stars aligned so that super-coffestore Starbucks would have an overflow of such outstanding proportions that its Tazo tea brand would land in the 99 cent store? And not just any Tazo tea: my favorite flavor, Giant Peach, which is refreshingly sweet and tart with a dry finish (I’m no tea connoisseur, but it really does leave the back of your tongue feeling all weird, in a good way).

Then I read this story: Starbucks To Open Tazo Tea Store.

Embarrassing overstock? Or clever gimmick to get the masses hooked and populating its tea stores??

No matter. We all win when the bottles are selling at 2 FOR 99 CENTS. Hooray!

Jammie Karlman is the entertainment editor for the Chico Enterprise-Record. Contact her at buzz@chicoer.com. Follow her on Twitter @JammieKarlman

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In Hindsight: Happiness in birthdays

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This is my nephew Jo-Jo celebrating his first birthday. At least he got a Wolverine costume. He also had a huge first birthday party and this picture has no real relevance to this story. It just makes me laugh and laugh.

Birthday are a funny thing in my family. According to Filipino tradition (or maybe my parents just needed an extra year to get ready), the 2nd birthday of a child is the big, all-get-out celebration with the house full of guests, tables sagging under the weight of food and gifts aplenty (for my first birthday, I think all I got was my head shaved. Plus, my sister blew out my one candle. There are pictures. See below).

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Why the guilty look, hmmm, sister??

So Filipinos (well maybe just my family) learn that while birthdays are nice, it’s really the milestone birthdays that count. For my mom’s 70th birthday, all us kids and our accrued familial appendages flew from around the country over to Los Angeles to celebrate with her.

Accordingly, when my husband turned 30, I made a big deal out of it—it was a costume party (“Sound of Music” turned “Sound of Bjorn’s Birthday”– in reference to it being one of his favorite childhood movies. I also briefly considered “Heidi” but figured the explanation would be longer than the invitation), with tons of food AND a pinata. Seriously, he had a smorgasbord of all his favorite food and at least 4 different kinds of desserts. People celebrated him in song (oh all right, I forced them to do it as one of the party games).

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Bjorn is dressed as Capt. von Trapp at the ball, and I am dressed as Capt. von Trapp’s whistle.

But that was last year.

Don’t worry; he will still get a cake and balloons, a dinner at the restaurant of his choice, a new outfit and his name in the paper, plus we will do whatever he wants to do all weekend long. It’s just this year’s extravaganza won’t be so “extra.” This year he wanted an iPad which effectively wipes out any big party budget. I must admit that a tiny part of me is relieved. I would be lying if I said that planning a big party doesn’t exhaust me. And without a “significant” number attached, I just don’t feel as motivated (although I still want it to be special for him).

But another part of me feels conflicted and guilty. Reaching another birthday is in itself a milestone and a wonderful achievement that should be celebrated accordingly. I love my husband dearly and am over-the-moon that I get to be with him on another birthday. He is an amazing man who tries really hard to make me happy and deserves a fantabulous party and more if he wants. But the thought of slaving over a stove for hours, agonizing over party details, running around town on last-minute errands—ACK.

I wonder if this is how it starts — you slack off on a birthday here and there with your husband, and before you know it, you’re celebrating your second kid’s birthdays with half-defrosted Sara Lee Cherry cheesecakes until you realize your youngest child is bald on their first birthday and must guiltily overcompensate the next year.

But hey, at least he’s getting an iPad.

Jammie Karlman is the entertainment editor for the Chico Enterprise-Record. Contact her at buzz@chicoer.com. Follow her on Twitter @JammieKarlman

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