Nachonomics: Year 13

Triskaidekaphobia, or the fear of the number 13, has a history shrouded in mystery. Here at Nachonomics, we're not used to things being shrouded by much more than chips or cheese, but hear me out. Whether this superstition first dates back to medieval tarot, or the last supper, or even the Norse gods themselves is unknown, but the importance is that for some reason there's some bad luck mojo around that number between twelve and fourteen. But does that bad luck mojo extend to nachos?

No, because luck is a human construct used to ascribe a good or bad value to events randomly occurring, and nachos are, well, nachos.

Making it through thirteen years of the dog-eat-’chos world of the international nacho business could certainly be considered "good luck" by more superstitious individuals, but you don't need luck when it comes to nachos. Nachos transcend luck. Nachos exist outside of simple human constructs. Nachos are simply, complexly, for good or ill, nachos. We've been here for thirteen years documenting them, and we'll be here another thirteen at least, and it has nothing to do with luck. It's always just been nachos, and it always will be. Forever.

Nachonomics: Year 12

The internet tells me that the traditional twelfth anniversary gifts are silk and linen, and maybe something related to pearls and jade. That’s all well and good, but forget that nonsense, none of that stuff is going to be good on an order of nachos, and why even bother at that point. While you CAN eat all of the above, and even put them on nachos if you want, we know that pearls are really the only somewhat consumable gift, but even then only when drunk dissolved in vinegar Caligula style. Nobody is putting that on some chips. No sir or madam, I haven’t slaved away in the nacho mines for this long to be given a JOANN Fabrics worth of cloth when all I’ve ever wanted was just a handful of chips, a scattering of cheese, and a few choice slices of jalapenos.

Things with nachos this past year have been as international as they have been undocumented. Did I try the finest order of nachos in all of Halifax as recommended by a masseuse? Yes. Did I have nachos at what might be Reykjavik’s finest (and only) Mexican restaurant? Double yes. Did I have nachos at a restaurant in Athens where you could see the ancient ruins the location was built over through its glass floor? No, I had a gyro at that place, but did get nachos at a regular ol’ Athenian Mexican restaurant, as you do. They might not be the easiest food to find worldwide, but they are out there for ones who look.

After twelve years of hard work (well, maybe ten hard years and a few soft ones, but what can you do?) there still remain nachos uneaten, and more nachos unreviewed. Maybe a new documented version of one of these nacho eatings might even appear on the site soon? Stranger things have happened, but more delicious ones have happened as well… Have a majestic Cinco de Mayo one and all!

Nachonomics: Year Ten

Ten years. Ten years of nachos. That’s the tin/silver color slash ornament gift of anniversaries if you believe whoever made that stuff up. Who would have believed it possible? NOT ALL THOSE PEOPLE WHO ASKED, “WHY WOULD YOU MAKE A WEBSITE ABOUT NACHOS?”, THAT’S WHO. But hello 2012, 2022 called from a cell phone because land lines aren’t a thing anymore, and Nachonomics has been going strong the whole time!

“But but but, what about 2021? NOT A LOT OF POSTS THEN NOW WERE THERE?” Well you’re right 2012 people, you got me, there obviously couldn’t be any problems in the intervening years that might have made it hard to go out and get order of nachos after order of nachos, week in, week out, as your body ages and begins falling apart due to destruction by sodium and cholesterol. So sure, maybe Nachonomics isn’t the exact website it was back in the day, but really, what is? Amazon used to just sell books, but look at it now! For a caterpillar to become a butterfly it has to be a pile of goop in a pod for a few weeks, and metaphorically it’s the same with websites. Also, how have we all just accepted that a smushy bland wormy thing can magically change into a beautiful winged ant creature and nobody thinks that’s bonkers? Magic of life I suppose.

Lill’ Baby Nachonomics is going into 5th grade now and about due for their meningococcal and HPV vaccinations, if I’m reading this chart on the internet correctly that is. Thanks for hanging out with us for the past 10 years, even if there haven’t been as many posts as you’d like recently. Don’t worry though, like the Taco Bell nachos you dropped in the back seat of your car and thought you cleaned up, on a hot day you’ll smell us for the rest of time…

Nachonomics: Year Nine

Cinco de Mayo 2021, or more importantly, nine years of Nachonomics. Some might say that non-stop nachos for 3,285 days is not only too many nachos, but also too many days. Others would not. Can you guess what camp we fall into?

As hard as it tried, Covid didn’t kill us, yet. Cholesterol hasn’t killed us, so far. A witch once prophesied that we’d die from choking on an extra crunchy chip, but there’s still time for that I suppose. When a witch makes a nacho prophecy about your death, you better get your affairs in order.

So new year, new you, new nachos. I hope you’re ready.