I don’t have a recipe today. Rather, I have some semi-food-related thoughts. And memories. And feelings. And though I’m not sure exactly why, I’d like to share them.
I’ve been thinking lately about comfort food. Not a specific comfort food, but the idea that certain meals or foods can bring us much-needed comfort. When big things happen, it seems that the first thing we want to do is provide food. When a coworker’s baby is born, we sign up to bring meals to the new family. The biggest wedding-related decision we made was about dinner and dessert. And to this day, I’ve never been to a memorial that didn’t have an extensive spread of food. I’m not sure if these are universal experiences, or just mine. I suspect it’s probably somewhere in between….