comfort
I made dinner tonight. “Last minute lasagna” – which unlike Martha can actually be found on Real Simple’s website. I highly reccomend the recipe, you can find it HERE. Scott devoured 2 full plates of the stuff. I was smart to make double the recipe and freeze the extra for meals later per Abi’s suggestion (thanks Abi!). And if you’re interested Abi has a great blog which you can find HERE (I’m getting a little out of control with the links… sorry… back to the post).
As much as I enjoyed dinner I didnt eat much of it. I’ve been that way the last couple weeks. Not eating much dinner and not sleeping much. It’s very sad. But AGAIN!!! back to dinner! We ate at around 6 and by 9 I was ready for something else in my belly. As some of you know when it comes to food I take things very seriously. I’m not one of these people that waste precious stomach space on icky food (see: beets). The OSU/Texas game is on tonight so it was especially important that I make a smart food choice. You dont eat celery (Abi again!) while you’re watching football. But despite all my searching no suitable “football food” could be found. No potato skins, no chips, no dip even of any kind, just worthless health food. So I was faced with a choice. Do I dress myself in all my winter wonder and drive to the corner store? Brave the cold? Or do I just sit hungry and bemoan my loss for the rest of the game. neither of these work for me. Enter comfort food.
When it comes to comfort food it’s a short and very sentimental list.
1. Mom’s fried chicken
1. Egg sandwiches
1. Cheerios
Each of these items has a story of some kind. Each story involves my parents (they were the first to teach me that food makes you feel better… such an important lesson).
Amidst my fruitless search for junk food I ran across a box of Cheerios in my cabinet. I immediatly knew. Cabinet, bowl, spoon, pour, fridge, milk, mix it up and… sigh… joy. I can still remember standing over the stove in the kitchen with my dad on more nights than I can count eating cheerios with the stove burners on to warm our freezing hands. Cheerios with Dad at the kitchen table by candlelight. If I couldnt sleep a bowl of Cheerios with Dad would fix it. To this day I can’t eat a bowl of Cheerios without that happy feeling. So… thanks Dad.
