My ass always finds the one person for a antisocial person I seem to draw ppl to me this older Puerto Rican lady sees me n starts talking about the price of oil I tell her there all pretty much pricey especially the olive oil she said she don't got much in #foodstamp n she tried to buy some of the stuff in #foodbazaar I'm guessing cuz she saw the food bazaar bags I had she said that I said that place don't really have deals #stopandshop did she said yes stop n shop did then we both left but met up w each other at the fruit market lml Latinos r into shopping n saving especially nowadays nd no I didn't buy the eggs I know someone who knows someone lml jk I got 3 packs in the fridge already 🤣🤣🤣🤣 https://www.instagram.com/p/Co3G8Wpv26z/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Let People On Food Stamps Eat Hot Meals
Particularly on cold, rainy days (like today), while unhoused, sometimes all I want is a hot meal but it’s so difficult (if not impossible) to cook outside in the rain.
On top of this, I’m physically disabled and chronically ill. Medically, I’m supposed to have assistance with making meals as part of in home care. But I can’t get in home care without a home.
I just finished making dinner for my partner and I, it took 2 hours (3 if you include clean up). My knees are burning, my back is aching in it’s core, I feel like I’m about to faint, and all my joints are screaming. But it’s the only way we could have a hot meal today and get some protein, which is vital for our health conditions.
People judge us for using what little funds we have on McDonald’s some days. Because sometimes, it’s the only hot meal we’ve had in days. And sometimes I’m physically unable to stand, move, and do all the actions needed to cook. Or I faint while cooking. Or the rain doesn’t let up. Or we don’t have access to a kitchen for the day. Or the fire danger outside is too high. The list goes on.
Without my own kitchen to use, I don’t get to sit down while I cook (right now, everything is wet from the rain), I can’t meal prep, I can’t stock up on freezer meals, I can’t use an oven or a microwave to reheat leftovers, I can’t just reach across the kitchen for a fridge item (we have a small amount of fridge space friends let us use), everything about cooking is exponentially harder.
And even if I had 24/7 access to an accessible, full kitchen, it’s not even physically safe to cook my own meals. Even then, having a pre-made, hot, ready-to-eat meal could keep me safe and give me independance.
And all the safety needs for hot meals aside, emotionally, hot meals are also life saving and comfort. Meals are a part of community, culture, love and art.
So many gatherings we have as communities center around food. Most people in the United States would think of ones that often hold great value to Western culture. Mother’s Day breakfast. Spaghetti fundraisers. Wedding cakes. Birthday dinners. Bake sales. Carnival treats. BBQs on weekends. Holiday roasts. Lunches with friends. Casseroles brought to grieving neighbors.
Our world revolves around food.
I firmly believe that no poor person could ever “take advantage” of a system designed to feed us by using food stamps on hot food. This restrictive rule serves no purpose but to punish the most vulnerable of poor people— unhoused, disabled, and those of us living in unsafe conditions.
It also serves to restrict our access to joy and comfort. The joy can sometimes come from the food itself, but also the joy from having shared experiences solidified by the sounds of laughter and forks clinking on plates. The comfort can sometimes also be from the food itself, but also the experience of being loved and cared for while your close friend brings you pizza from your favorite restaurant because you lost your drive to eat three weeks ago and they worry about you. They know you. Those slices of pizza bring color back into your world.
Poor people deserve to be able to have the comfort, joy, and care that goes into a hot meal. We deserve the autonomy to choose foods that are best for us ourselves. We deserve to be able to eat in ways that are accessible to us.
Above all, we deserve access to hot meals.
Originally posted to my blog on 6.3.22
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Yummy fruit-filled doughnuts. Thanks, Kai! @kaireon30 #foodstagram #foodstamp #foodie #sweettooth (at Alabang Town Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ceqv6JmlQQlrkoDR55K6vqYzabHeezA75GnD7A0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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38 years on the planet and I have NEVER seen a box of @hamburgerhelper suggest #hotdogs on it! (I grew up #foodstamp poor, so obviously I've had it, but this time I'm classing it up with @originalnathansfranks ) https://www.instagram.com/p/CepGAdILMOPtu9BuPSo-EFcMyeNJiwU94CGxwE0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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american currency is really beating my idiot ass and putting ichiban's finances into perspective what do you mean i only have $200, what do you mean ichiban has been picking up nickels and quarters he is broke is going to starve or fall prey to a chevy suburban
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genuinely so hard to fight that inner resentment towards people who don’t financially struggle. i mean billionares fucking suck i will openly hate the rich, but even just people who have never had to worry about having a car or paying bills or putting food in the fridge, you know? it’s not that those people upset me because everyone should be able to live like that, i don’t want those people to live harder lives, but i still feel so resentful sometimes because like, what the fuck did i do wrong to not have that? why does my family have to live years in campers because rent is too high? why do i have to sit here not knowing if i’m gonna be able to get to work on monday because my car broke down thursday and even the best case scenario will probably cost too much for me to afford?
like. i don’t want people to financially struggle. i want to not financially struggle, too. and i want people to understand that there is an aspect of their life that they will likely never struggle with to the degree in which my family and i have struggled.
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