Tag: food

Sublimation

Posted on February 22, 2023 by nachonova

Good news: the hospital bill that got sent to collection has dropped off my credit report! Bad news is I’m running up against my credit limit, but that’s another credit issue folks.

I’ve watched cooking shows since I was a kid & helped my grandma prepare things in her kitchen, so it’s always been a casual interest of mine. When I started living on my own I had to learn to cook some things, but never got too far out of my wheelhouse. This post-injury period really helped me develop a different relationship & familiarity with cooking. Maybe I have more patience for it now, too. It’s therapeutic in some ways, the rituals & rhythms. Pretty fun stuff!

I’m sure I’ve mentioned Chico’s Tacos in some blog somewhere, but it’s an El Paso staple I grew up with that I beg everyone to try. Its beef flautas in a red chile sauce topped with cheese & green chile. To be able to make this on my own for Jessica & I hundreds of miles away from home is a good feeling.

Survival Instincts

Posted on February 15, 2023 by nachonova

Yes, this happened. It was tuna cat food, which is why I thought it would be fine to eat. I wouldn’t call my childhood traditional in many ways. But I’m sure there are a lot of older siblings who had to do a little bit of the parenting while the parent(s) were otherwise indisposed. I’m only 11 months older than my brother, so I was definitely no source of information on anything. Maybe Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

I don’t think my dad saw this comic before he died last year, but if he did & had any memory or ability to acknowledge the truth of what I’m depicting, he would say this is the kind of stuff that builds character.

Hourly Comic Day 2022

Posted on February 1, 2022 by nachonova

Another thrilling Hourly Comic Day! I’m a big furniture assembly head. Just try keeping furniture unassembled around me. I didn’t get too far with the name Generator, I have a memory of those things being more imaginative, or at least having better prompts.

Despite trying to stay busy, grief still has a pretty strong hold on me. Shock finally turned into sadness. The beginning of a process, I guess. The little routines help on days like this.