Talking about comfort foods: ever have a comfort food that just makes you feel gross after you eat it? Or guilty? Is it comforting to feel guilty? Or you just feel like you can’t move or need to have someone push you in a wheel barrel to the bathroom? What do you do when your favorite comfort foods create discomfort? Do we say that comfort food is not bringing me comfort? How do we define comfort food then? Is it comfort food even when it is only the idea of eating it that brings comfort? We could just think about it, make the recipe, smell it, look at it, enjoy it in this way and leave the rest. Sometimes the smell alone can be enjoyed so openly that it can be so satisfying and pleasing.
It is curiously common to call comfort food, that food we love to eat but that makes us feel uncomfortable afterwards. Why is that? Do we hold comfort food to a standard of being comforting or not?
Here is an idea, we open ourselves up to the possibility that somewhere out there in the universe exists exceptionally brilliant (RAW) recipes that are dishes we never imagined and that bring us comfort more than for a brief moment. These dishes have intrinsic value for us. And they are just waiting for us to discover them. You may decide for this month I just will not make the same recipe twice and I will just see what I discover. Take notes on your recipes.
This is where you actively step beyond the boundaries of routine and begin seeking new options. You start with the assumption that the possibility exists.
If you are interested in a testimony…countless foods that used to bring me comfort have been completely replaced in the past 10 years with dishes that have this intrinisic value, they both comfort me as an idea of a snack and they leave me feeling as physically light and stress free as I started. I am not saying I am stress free! I am saying food choices don’t have to create stress and can even alleviate stress.
I used to get GERD so often I knew if I was eating with someone I would not want to take a stroll (even a stroll) afterwards. I remember eating a taco salad with a friend of mine on a lake front. Afterwards she said lets stroll by the lake, I knew it would cause a big GERD problem for me and sure enough it did! That is needless stress. Now I know I will enjoy the salad without eating the taco shell or any cheese or dead animals and I can take a run right afterwards if I want. That is very comforting to know.