Paper receipts, bills, and this to "file"—so 1990s.
Chorizo and eggs. I made some this morning, knowing that Tommy would be home for a while and that it's perhaps a comfort food for him, with memories of a few years at Matson where it was almost routine. Nothing, though, compared to the daily breakfast sandwich production during school days. My history with this Mexican mystery meat goes back to the" Roach Coach" at 21st Century Products, whose inclusion alongside eggs, cheese and potatoes wrapped in a tortilla was my go-to at the time. This was the late 80s, my mid-twenties, long before the past few days, hours, years, and even decades. Being a parent wasn't even a consideration, let alone making for them what they would someday reflect on as comfort food. All of this means so much for only so long until it means nothing to anybody, at least in any attributable manner. No more than the egg breakfasts that my great-great-grandmother felt the same attachment to alongside the covered wagon ride on their travels across the plains into Utah. Fast forward three or four generations, and none of these musings, let alone the emotional attachment we currently experience for this one simple food, will be of anyone's conscious thought. Yet their own experience will. Meaning that the idea of what we define as comfort food is innately engrained in our human experience. Isn't it? I don't recall being told to eat something familiar and find it connecting you to a time, place, person or feeling, yet it does. As for things back in the current world, my day has a few scheduled tasks to attend to, while the remainder will likely be to start the multiple-day cleaning and preparation for Thanksgiving on Thursday. I am already candidly overloaded and have limited responsibility. It's just the volume of guests that I'm feeling a creeping apprehension around, in the literal sense of the collection of bodies in as tight a space as we have, and the noise level I know will be a struggle. My hearing, alongside my sight, it seems, has gotten worse. I find it increasingly challenging to filter backgrounds from foregrounds dynamically. I may try using an airpod as an aid to see if that makes a difference.