So I’m sitting at my pc, and I’m sick. Snuffling and sniffling, wheezing, sneezing and coughing. Makes a pretty picture doesn’t it???
Got me thinking about what makes us feel good when we’re down, and of course that led me to thinking about food, which led to comfort food.
Blustery March weather. More often than not, we get to feeling a bit “under the weather” ourselves. And we all seem to have certain food memories that speak to us of home and comfort and feeling wonderful.
Sometimes it’s something homemade the way only Mom could make it. Sometimes it’s from our favourite restaurant and just evokes good feelings. And sometimes it’s a simple, easy, pick it up off the grocery store shelf thing that can make you feel better just thinking about it.
My kids say they love Lipton’s Chicken Noodle Soup. For whatever reason, it evokes for them the feeling of something good in their tummies that would make them feel better.
So I did a little survey of some friends and was kind of surprised at the results. For the most part peoples’ comfort foods are associated with Mom and home. Mom’s Home Made Chicken Soup. Meatloaf. Sheppard’s Pie. Chicken Pot Pie. A lot of people named pasta and or chili.
So here’s my plan. I thought we’d try a reader mail in. Let us know what your favourite comfort foods are and the memories they evoke for you by sending me email at or posting your thoughts in the feedback form below. And if you don’t’ mind sharing, include a recipe. Then every so often throughout the year, I’ll post a couple of them in this column. So we can share the comfort.
Just the right kind of thing for blustery March days. Or for feeling blah days. Or for just any old day at all.
Oh yeah. My comfort food. Toasted tomato sandwiches. Extra toasted bread, slathered with lots of real butter. Topped with thick slices of red ripe tomatoes and sprinkled liberally with salt and fresh ground black pepper. Top with a couple of very thin slices of red onion and indulge. When I was a kid around 11, I developed rheumatoid arthritis. There were many nights I’d be up not able to sleep because of the pain. So my mom and I would head down to the kitchen and make ourselves a couple of these. They were so good. And they still have the ability to make me feel as if all will be right with the world.
I look forward to reading about your memories. Just email me at the link provided, or in the feedback form below then watch this spot for your entry coming soon.
And remember this motto to live by:
- Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"