On Thursday, the baby was sick. It wasn’t anything horrible or particularly scary, just sick enough to keep her home, just sick enough to feel bad for her, just sick enough that her cries were a little on the pathetic side.
Just sick enough that I longed for comfort food.
I don’t know what it is that changed in my brain when I had Ada, but when she is sick, or I’ve had a hard day with her, I crave hot dish and casserole and things I don’t normally eat – the food of my rural/midwestern childhood. Where I would normally immediately discard a recipe that features any sort of canned soup, it becomes a burning need. This isn’t even my comfort food when I am sick myself. Takeout Chinese cures my colds. Continue reading »