Comfort food. How comforting is it really? The question is completely subjective so here is my subjective view.
I have recently been allowing soup to comfort me for a few weeks now. After a day of crying all day mind you, (that day I will discuss in later post but I will say that I learned to ask for help), I learned that family is family and the love is unconditional from a parent who has love in their heart. I’m very careful to put that caveat in place because we all know not all parents act accordingly. But back to the soup.
The next day, exhausted and drainned, I had some soup. I’m not sure if it was being hungry(which I really wasn’t), or lonely and going to that place many go to during a depressed state…food, but it was the absolute best soup I’d ever had. I had purchases a new soup, Emeril Lagasse’s Tortilla Soup a few days earlier. Mainly because it was cheap and filling, and I was already in a soup haze being on the brink of winter. I got up the day after a horrible day and life lesson, heated the soup on the stove, and returned to my room to enjoy. Wow.
The soup exploded in my mouth. The flavor went to every taste-bud I had and I was more satisfied than if I had been eating my mother’s carrot cake(which is my dessert of choice). It was exactly what I wanted even though I didn’t want anything. Comfort doesn’t begin to explain what I was feeling.
So should food be a comfort in the age of obesity, heart disease, diabetes and so many other food related issues. All I can say is you only live once and since I dont have any of the aformentioned aliments, I will let my new love of soup comfort me during my personal reconstruction. What’s your comfort food choice?