Kenny's Camera, Cooking & Crazy Confessions

Let's get one thing straight: Some eat to live, others live to EAT! Guess which one I am... I love cooking.  It's therapeutic.  It's great for concentration.  It's great for conversation. When I'm sitting at the table, cutting vegetables and listening to music, I'm in my happy place.  I especially love using my roaster, Power Pressure Cooker XL and my Air Fryer.  My friends and family love the output and I enjoy the input so I can try newer things or improve on what I'm making. When I was young, my father used to call me in the kitchen and make me cut vegetables, string beef, peel and cut the potatoes, some of everything.  He made me watch him cook and would have me assist my mother.  He told me that one day I would meet a woman that couldn't cook and I needed to make myself marketable.  What he DIDN'T say (probably because I was too young) was that whether or not a woman CAN cook, she finds a chef with a beard quite sexy!  Yaaay! I'll s

This one is a little longer, but I promise to change your world and how you think in 5-6 minutes (unless you're just a slow reader). No team goes into a press conference saying, "We're going to win next week" and leaves it at that.  They don't just make a resolution to win.  They develop a game plan . When football teams prepare for an upcoming game, a great deal of film review, study and analysis is conducted.  A team needs to review their performance in recent weeks and identify what's working and what needs improvement.  They look at the film of the upcoming opponent to find their strengths and pick out any/all weaknesses that can be exploited.  They heavily study how the opponent's plays develop and how individual performers execute.  They adjust their game plan accordingly.  To do anything short would be a recipe for disaster. That being said, I have a few questions. Why do you make resolutions without a means to accomplish them?  Why do you

By the time the boys were old enough to understand what was happening on Christmas mornings, the Davis Family Christmas tradition was well underway.  The Christmas tree was up after Thanksgiving meal, full of lights, but without presents (The gifts arrived during the night as Christmas morning approached).  They tried to stay up as late as they could to catch Santa, but the (intentional and pre-planned) full day of activity them worn out. OMG - I just had a flashback to the night I looked out my bedroom window and watched in shock and horror as my father carried bags of gifts from the car to the front door, late Christmas Eve... Morning would eventually come for my boys and they would eventually be awakened by that all too familiar tune, "The Christmas Song" by Nat King Cole, pumping through the house.  And of course, "Silent Night" was next in the line-up, then "This Christmas" by Donny Hathaway.  This was every year, every Christmas morning, without

Ok, so Christmas is 5 days in the books, but since I just started my blog series, I figure it's ok to continue to post about this holiday.  At least, something that means the world to me.  And no, you don't have to celebrate Christmas to appreciate the sentiment. It all began when I was young, sitting in the kitchen, helping my mother crack walnuts and pecans for her Christmas pies and fruit and nut bowl.  This seemed to be something we did every year, without fail on Christmas Eve.  The music was always playing on the HiFi (Ooooh, remember that term for record player &/or radio?) and I could always count on certain Christmas tunes to play around the clock.  One of which, was "The Christmas Song" by Nat King Cole.  As a result, that song always takes me back to those moments with mom, listening to her sing. My father had his song as well.  You could always count on him to sing Melvin Franklin's bass part on "Silent Night" by the Temptations. S

[Originally published on Facebook on June 19, 2014] Ok, when I was young, I was addicted to Apple Jacks, Sugar Corn Pops and King Vitamin cer eals.  One day, I was craving King Vitamin like a crack fiend.  I went into the kitchen, passed the " already opened and almost empty " boxes of cereal and opened a new one (Cardinal Sin) .  I knew I wanted more than one bowl, so I poured the entire contents into a punch bowl.   Yes, a punch bowl.  Then I added enough milk to ensure I could enjoy every cool, crunchy bite. After eating the equivalent of three regular-sized cereal bowls, I felt that I had had enough and didn't care for the soggy texture that the cereal had taken.  I sat back from the table and went to the sink to pour the bowl out and that's when dad ("Big Ken" ex-football playing, feel no pain and show no emotion Davis) walked in. "Boy, have you lost your mind?!?!?" he yelled as he took his belt off.   Keep in mind that

I told you all that I would be sharing some of everything, especially my antics in public.  Many of these would be the things I do in stores.  That being said, heeeeeeere we go! [Originally published September 13, 2010 on Facebook] This story takes place before I received right knee (total) replacement surgery. *Warning: Although this is a true story, the re-telling contains use of mild expletives and a socially unacceptable, if not uncomfortable (the N-word) term.  But hey, this is how it happened... "The Parking Lot" As most of you know, I am in desperate need of surgery and, after several minor procedures, am at my last stop before total knee replacement. I'm walking with a cane now and using handicapped parking, while awaiting the big procedure on 9/28. I decided to test my knee without a cane at Wal-Mart, while shopping for dinner items.  I figured that I could use the shopping cart for support to help disguise the limp. After wa

So who am I and what exactly AM I passionate about? Well, if you've heard of/about me or worse, presume to know me, you know that the following 10 things are true: 1. I'm an Environmental, Safety & Health Director and professional trainer. 2. I'm a Photographer who also does freelance work for a local paper. 3. I love R&B, Jazz, Soul, Classical, Funk, Soft/Classic Rock and old school music, ESPECIALLY Earth, Wind & Fire, Luther Vandross and Chante' Moore . 4. I am a wannabe chef, but people say that they love my cooking.  I think they just want to be invited back for another free meal.  *sigh* 5. I'm a musician, supposed singer, songwriter, composer, arranger and former choreographer (BECAUSE of my cooking). 6. I'm a former stand-up comedian (Another cooking, or should I say "eating" related disaster. I guess you can say I'm a sit-down comedian now). 7. I am a Florida A&M University Rattler and proud member of The Incomp

Day 1 (and don't say I didn't warn you...) They've been asking me to start a blog for years and I've been respectfully declining. Why? Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, Snapchat, Black Planet, MySpace, Tumbler, Stumbler, Bumbler, Beggar, Stripper...  well, you get the idea.  I've been an active participant on most everything and I think I've contributed a total of two sentences of sincere educational, economical and philosophical value in all of that time.  Waitaminute - all the more reason TO start a blog!!!  So I guess I AM doing the right thing! I suppose the other reason for this page is that I turned 51 (wish me a Happy Belated!) yesterday and I need to find something to do that doesn't require me standing or walking for distances greater than my own kitchen and bathroom.  Particularly when/if my bladder fails.  And we won't even BEGIN to discuss my digestive system. Anyway, I told everybody that the last thing this world needs