For me comfort food isn't actually something I eat. Rather it's what I cook.
No matter how crappy my mood, how horrible things get, or how stressed out I become, somehow cooking a simple meal for people makes all the bad things go away. There's this feeling of catharsis that envelopes you as you dig into the food and see the faces of others around you enjoying it - you go from being grumpy and self-loathing to being as light as a feather!
There's not any other feeling quite like it. That natural high...you just can't get it from anything else. And I'm glad I'm fortunate enough to be able to feel it, because so far I've met only one other person who can "feel the love" so to speak.
Hmmm...maybe someday my epitaph should read:
"Cooking saved my life from everything short of death itself."
It sure feels that way.
p.s. I think somehow with time, my comfort "dish" has turned out to be roast chicken. It's easy, cheap to make and you can have it in so many variations. Yet it takes tender loving care to make sure it turns out just right - with that brown, crispy skin and moist luscious breast meat. And that jus on the side just makes it extra special without much added work!
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