I don’t cook very often. Just ask my kids. In fact the other night I brought home a rotisserie chicken from the store and excitedly told my kids “hey, look I cooked dinner.” Yes, I admit that was a term used loosely but I meant I wasn’t going through some sort of drive through. However, my 8 year-old son replied “Mom, the store cooked this, not you.” He did quickly follow that comment up with “but it’s still good’” the kids not dumb. But it made me think. About how often we equate food, home cooked food usually, with positive emotions. A friend of mine thinks fondly of his moms corned beef and lasagna. Those are the foods that bring back the warm childhood memories for him. For his brother, corned beef and chicken tetrazzini brings back those fond memories. Interesting how two brothers very close in age can have the same and different triggers for the same memories. Now my mother wasn’t that great of a cook. My fond food memories are of Banquet fried chicken and instant mashed potatoes, Idaho spud of course.

What’s your comfort food?

Laina