Baby, it's cold outside. And Number One Son has been sick with a brutal cold. It was definitely time for me to whip up some comfort food.
My mama always had a favorite meal when she was sick. One her mama made her often as she recovered from surgeries to help her overcome the lasting effects of polio. Tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich were her go to meal, and I remember making it for her a time or two when she was sick.
But I cannot stand tomato soup, and I will barely tolerate a grilled cheese sandwich. My mama knew a favorite home-cooked comfort food is necessary for proper healing, so through much trial and error she found what would satisfy me: chicken and dumplings with a side of fried okra.
I remember vividly, on a similar cold night after I had Number One Son, she fixed me my favorite comfort food as my first meal at home. Nothing in the world could have tasted better.
So, tonight I whipped up a batch of chicken and dumplings, and I fried some okra, and I thanked the good Lord that my mama taught me how to do both. As I stirred the pot, it struck me that the reason comfort food is comforting is because of the memories it evokes. But it doesn't hurt if it tastes good, too.
My mama always had a favorite meal when she was sick. One her mama made her often as she recovered from surgeries to help her overcome the lasting effects of polio. Tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich were her go to meal, and I remember making it for her a time or two when she was sick.
But I cannot stand tomato soup, and I will barely tolerate a grilled cheese sandwich. My mama knew a favorite home-cooked comfort food is necessary for proper healing, so through much trial and error she found what would satisfy me: chicken and dumplings with a side of fried okra.
I remember vividly, on a similar cold night after I had Number One Son, she fixed me my favorite comfort food as my first meal at home. Nothing in the world could have tasted better.
So, tonight I whipped up a batch of chicken and dumplings, and I fried some okra, and I thanked the good Lord that my mama taught me how to do both. As I stirred the pot, it struck me that the reason comfort food is comforting is because of the memories it evokes. But it doesn't hurt if it tastes good, too.
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