Comfort Food.

There are those days, the ones where you just can't do anything right; the dog pees and poops on the new carpet; your kids acts like h-e-double-hockey-sticks on wheels; your husband decides to leave you. Those days (or weeks, or months) call for some serious comfort food. Fast forward to my mama's house. It is a haven, a safe place from all the storms and nasty surprises the world hides like an ace card.

Remember that scene from Ratatouille, where the mean old food critic eats the dinner that Remy makes and he has a flash back of his childhood? It shows him with a scratched knee and he runs home to his mama who has his favorite meal prepared for him. It makes his pain go away. I've been sheltered these past few days with my mama. She has hugged me, cooked for me, cleaned up after me and dressed Mal for me. Nursing my wounds, you could call it. Even with all the love that I'm being seeped in, it would be far less effective without the comfort food she provides:

~ Spicy Potato Soup (a staple entree from my childhood)
~ Caramel Corn (made from scratch- secret family recipe)
~ Raisin Griddle Cakes
~ Butternut Squash Soup
~ Toast drizzled in olive oil and sprinkled with salt (this is amazing, if you've never tried it, DO)
~ Canadian bacon pizza with sour kraut (I can just imagine Nomz's eye twitching. Don't freak out. It is really yummy.)
~ Chai tea, pumpkin spice coffee

I swear, I'm living my own version of Eat, Pray Love. As if that lovin' ain't enough, she has me busy making snowmen snowflakes and any other craft that suits my fancy. It's a whole pantry of comfort food here and I feel that pain slowly, slowly turning into hope.

-Sazaran