First it was more out of convenience and necessity. Passing a can back and forth to share bites of it’s contents, sharing handfuls of berries picked while walking, breaking jerky in half to share, taking bites off the same cooked rabbit. Sharing means less cutlery, less dishes, less cups more space to carry other important things. They share water equally too, drinking from each other’s water bottles at an even pace to make sure they both keep the same amount in their packs should they ever be separated. One won’t ever be without water unless both are.
Then Silver Lake happens and it becomes a need. Seeing Joel eat first means the food is safe and not people. Watching him eat from the can first, take a bite of the item before passing it to her, kill/dress/cook the meat in front of her. All of these things mean the food is not people. Joel would never let her eat people.
Getting back to Jackson it has become habit. Also a comfort. A familiarity when so many other things have now changed. There is plenty of food, enough for multiple meals a day and full individual plates for both. But they both still share, taking their individual portions and putting them together onto one plate to eat from. Pushing both portions of foods they know the other likes to their side of the plate (the middle of the plate is to share). They share bites from the same piece of fruit passing it back and forth without thought while doing other tasks. Treats are offered by spoonful or handful without needing to ask for a taste. They still share water and other drinks too, keeping each share even until empty. Joel even lets Ellie take sips from his coffee or alcohol if she wishes, though she rarely wants to drink his burnt shit water and any alcohol she has tried so far tastes gross.
how can I keep being expected to work and be productive when every day there’s a new horror. I can’t stop thinking about aaron bushnell’s sacrifice, his dying words, about northern Gaza being starved by Israel, about them bombing Rafah. Today I saw a photo of a 17-year-old Palestinian girl who’d starved to death; her cheeks sunken, skin sallow, eyes staring at nothing, limp in her family’s arms. I saw a video of a premature baby, born at 26 weeks old, who probably won’t get the same chance at life as I did, simply because of the genocidal cruelty of Israel. Who will likely die of starvation or bombing unless Israel is forced to stop this genocidal slaughter. How am I supposed to take all this in and keep working at my desk job like my heart isn’t burning, like my mind isn’t scattered in a million different directions? But if I don’t work, I won’t be able to pay for my rent, or healthcare, or overpriced pesticide-riddled food, and I’ll fall through the cracks of this capitalistic bloodthirsty death cult. Something has to give. Please, god, something has to give.
It’s that time of year when the juicer gets a permanent spot on the counter. “Flu shots” for everyone! For added benefits, you can mix in raw honey and turmeric. 🥕🧄🍎🫚🍊🍋
Oh yeah before I head to bed, in good news, all my exams came back ok 😆 had a few minor hitches here and there, but thankfully my efforts to eat healthier have indeed materialized in much better exam results, combined with there being no new health complications related to older problems, this is very good news to end the year on
being sick as an adult sucks. wdym my mom won’t just automatically make sure I eat food instead of exclusively drinking Gatorade all day. wdym I have to ask my roommates to make me dinner. I have to Venmo a friend money to buy me more Gatorade?? I can’t focus enough to do homework??? I hate this.
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Happy New Year! I hope you all had nice holidays filled with love, laughter, peace, great people & good food! I know mine were all of the above!
As we enter into a new year, a lot of us reflect on the past year. What we had planned to accomplish versus what we actually accomplished. The changes last year brought, the ups, the downs, the goods, the bads, etc.
For many of us, a new year means a…
if you think vegan food is just shit like quinoa and imported "exotic" foods you dont know jackshit about veganism outside of movie stereotypes and animal agriculture industry propaganda (which is a real thing, big surprise. capitalism is full of industry propaganda) and should inform yourself outside of that. read a fucking cookbook at this point.
One of the bitters in our summer salads is sorrel. It’s a calm member of the Knotweed family and shares lots of love with my favorite summertime cover crop buckwheat. It’s also the cousin to rhubarb.
The photo shows how I was transplanting sorrel yesterday.