Comfort foods. I hear the term a lot when talking about creamy casseroles or warm, bubbly soups, but when I think of comfort foods, I think of those foods that remind me of precious moments from my past. Instant time machines that transport me back to a certain, familiar place.
The smell of a freshly brewed pot of coffee at my great grandma’s house and the sweet taste of coffee, milk and LOTS of sugar. Grandma wasn’t really one to hop all the kiddos up on caffeine, but she knew how to make a small, kid-sized cup of coffee just right.
A bowl of cereal – the only breakfast I could make myself without burning the house down. (Remind me to tell you about my pop-tart incident from about age 9. And also? Don’t put frosted pop-tarts in the toaster. I don’t care what the commercials said.) There are pictures of me in my booster seat trying to get a spoonful of Captain Crunch in my mouth. In high school, I’d scarf down a bowl of Cocoa Puffs before running out the door to catch the bus. To this day, a big helping of Fruit Loops is pretty much the only food that I’ll still eat, even when nothing else sounds satisfying. Man, I love cereal.
Bacon, bacon, and more bacon. The only smell I love waking up to more than the smell of coffee – is bacon. On the weekends, mom would fry up a batch and the smell was enough to get me out of my bedroom and nibbling on fresh pieces of bacon before the rest of the meal was ever finished.
Then there’s the holidays and how the absence of a few key dishes would make them seem somehow…incomplete. For me, it’s my mom’s homemade stuffing for Thanksgiving. It stinks my house up when she’s cooking up all the veggies but by the end, it’s one of the most delicious things I’ve ever tasted. Until about day 5 of leftovers and I’ve had enough stuffing to get me to next year.
Hmmm…I think I’m kind of hungry.