There's something about working in the schools today that makes you lunge towards the things that are comforting when you get home. I find that to be true, some days more than others. I do have a daily comfort ritual: Irish breakfast tea and cookie. Yes, that's singular. One Walker's shortbread cookie, the best tea cookie ever. It's butter dusted with flour and sugar that's perfect for dunking in hot tea. It comes to your mouth all warm and soft, and then the combination of the butter and the sugar takes hold right at the middle of your palate and all is right with the world. The shortbread cookie could bring peace to the Middle East, I'm certain of it but I think that about porn and barbecue too, so the whole stabilization of that area is something I am giving lots of thought to.
Most of my comfort rituals have to do with food. I'm not sure if that's a growing up in poverty thing or just the fact that food is genuinely comforting and I shouldn't over analyze it. My too much tequila comfort ritual is getting a sack full of Krystal cheeseburgers, fries and real Coke. My friend Vera believes that is the best pre-hangover meal because the extra fat and salt in that tasty repast has the ability to replace the lost electrolytes from tequila madness. It's an explanation Bill Nye the Science Guy would be proud of.
My other favorite comfort food is a breakfast or brunch selection, something from Doc Silver's old breakfast menu called the Pat Special. Going to Doc Silver's on a Saturday morning was the best place to see who was having that awkward "I-can't-believe-I-slept-with-you" consolation breakfast. The place had great charm and served breakfast all through the day. In my single days, this was my favorite Saturday morning choice especially if I was constipated. I'll explain. The Pat Special was country fried potatoes, topped with 2 pieces of American cheese and two eggs, usually fried over medium. Served with coffee. Notice there were no low fat substitutions on this. Eggs were not poached. No fat free cheese. Nope, everything was full force including that coffee which had the suction force of a Boeing Jetliner. The Pat Special followed by 2 cups of coffee was a poor man's high colonic and yet, darned tasty. Occasionally I make the Pat Special here at home, alas with not as many potatoes and with fat free cheese and, sigh, with poached eggs. Ironically, it is not followed by running man coffee even though this is the time in my life when I need that the most. But it does remain a comfort food staple, equal parts delicious and nostalgic.
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I laughed aloud enough at this post to make LJ wonder what was funny. Now he's reading it.
I'm taking comfort in Christmas tunes these days. Less calories than Krystal's and shortbread cookies but I do love those, too.
I'm behind on my commenting but I think you are good at the daily post.
Krystals when drunk is evidence of a higher being. My hangover prevention is drinking at least 1/2 a gallon of water before passing out going to sleep.
I am so glad you wrote about cookies. It reminded me of my favorite saying, "Life's too short, eat Mallowmars". If you don’t know what Mallowmars are, they're the cookies in the yellow box, usually found on the top shelf. They were the cookie of my youth. Always in Grandma's fridge. That and Sunshine's Sprinkle cookies... but I digress. Mallowmars are marshmallows covered in chocolate sitting on a graham cracker-like cookie. The only problem is that they are over $3 a box. But like I said... life's too short.
Food is something we all have in common, no analysis needed there.
Cookie supremo with too many wine coolers? Chips ahoy. When eaten with at least 6 Boone's wine coolers, you can actually feel every grain of the cookie. Remarkable. Ah, college days.
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