Between Us Four by Varsam Kurnia
Green witchy 2.
unmedicated artist with adhd drawing until overstimulated because their favorite media is making them hyperfixate too much that they have barely done anything but look at their favorite media and doodle
oh goodness gracious
For a while in my life I legitimately considered moving to Germany. There’s multiple reasons I inevitably ended up staying in the US but one of the big ones was that one time when I was in Germany and wanted some salsa the closest thing I could find was basically just tomato sauce.
You crave a burrito. You ask your aunt, hey. Can we make burritos? And she says, sure. But we can’t use tortillas. They don’t sell those here. And you learn to your horror that she plans to use flatbread. Which she insists is basically the same thing as a tortilla. It is not. It’s not. It’s adequate but good lord it’s not a tortilla.
There’s the near impossibility of dual citizenship, the pay toilets, my difficulty with the language, being really far away from most of my family, the difficulty of finding a job as a foreigner, the lack of diversity especially in rural areas. But also in there. Is buying a bottle of supposedly habanero “hot” sauce and it being so mild that I could drink it.
I know how to make tortillas, guys. Perhaps also read the rest of the post. With a lighthearted tone, preferably.
You have my deepest condolences.
Okay so I’m American and I live in Scotland and let me tell you about this fucking abomination:
I once found corn tortillas in a Sainsbury’s. Oho, you may think, that’s a lovely find! But no, my friend. These were flour tortillas… with cooked corn rolled into them. Individual kernels. Like one may find blueberries in a pancake.
I still see red when I think about it.
I have… no words. Beyond stunned.
In honor of my tags passing peer review, i would like to inform everyone that when i make quesadillas my german gf dips them in mayo
When I was in Ireland I distinctly remember seeing a commercial for “extra mild” salsa. I still don’t know what that even means. Just chopped tomato and onion in a jar? My friends and I had to have pickled jalapenos shipped in. It was hell
Algonquin Provincial Park, Canada by Marian Dragiev
IF THE ROUTINE NO LONGER SERVES, YOU MUST ALTER THE PATTERN, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?? YOUR LIFE STARTS WITH YOU
Sheep and Standing Stone, Avebury, England
Photographer: Barry Andersen
Photo: BarryAndersen.com