Comfort Food

I just got back from a very filling and comforting meal at Bob Evans with my husband, daughters, and elderly parents. We all sat around eating and smiling while stuffing dinner roll after dinner roll smothered in butter and honey in our mouths. The meal was good and comforting, exactly what Mr. Evans was aiming for, I suspect.

Actually, the same exact scene takes place at my own dining room table three or four times a week as my family gathers to eat delicious, warm, and comforting food.

The trueness of comfort food is indisputable. We underestimate the sincerity of a platter of pork chops and homemade applesauce or the coziness of a pot of chicken and dumplings simmering on the back burner. Nothing beats the security of a warm cinnamon apple pie—nothing. Comfort food soothes our souls, makes us feel loved, revered, and significant. I propose that we all make our dinners as loving and comforting as possible with whatever foods hold true for our own individual families. Together, my sweeties, we will change the world one pie and tuna noodle casserole at a time.

Eat pie, love life.