“Food is the most primitive form of comfort.”

Weather is so relative that today’s 57˚ feels warm and springlike, a sit on the deck in the sun sort of day. I might even need sunglasses.

My sister in Colorado and I had our usual Sunday phone call. Today we found two hours worth of conversation ranging from potty training to Trump.

When I was a kid, I never spent much time on the phone. I remember the party line and Mrs. McGaffigan who shared the line. Sometimes I’d pick up the receiver and hear her voice and listen to her conversation: I’d eavesdrop. She caught me several times. I never said a word when she did. I just put the receiver down. My phone number started with ST 6. I used to love the sound of the rotary dial when it clicked back after I entered a number. The phone was black. I think all the phones back then were black.

I miss phone booths. Anytime I passed by one, I’d check the coin return. Once in a while, I’d be lucky enough to find a dime, big money back then. It never seemed strange to me that Clark Kent had room enough to change to Superman in a phone booth. I did wonder what he did with his clothes and why nobody noticed when he was changing. Maybe he was just too quick.

Back then, I didn’t know a single kid who was a skeptic. We accepted most things at face value. The movie monsters were scary. We never saw the strings propelling spacecraft. We accepted the odd looking aliens. We didn’t make fun of movies. We naturally suspended disbelief. I laugh now at those same movies, but I love them still.

Roast beef, gravy, mashed potatoes, and peas are my favorite meal. My mother cooked it for our last family dinner before I left for Peace Corps. She used to put slices of onion on top of the roast, and they were delicious. It is the best of all my comfort meals. I remember my mother peeling potatoes at the sink and my father carving the meat. I still count mashed potatoes and peas among my favorites. I don’t have roast beef all that much anymore. Roast chicken has replaced it and stuffing has been added as a side.

I don’t cook much for myself anymore. I’m into quick and easy, but I’ve found shortcuts for that chicken dinner. I buy rotisserie chicken, real, already mashed potatoes and frozen peas. I call that the modern interpretation of down home comfort food.

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8 Comments on ““Food is the most primitive form of comfort.””

  1. minicapt Says:

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    • katry Says:

      Leave it to Monty Python to see the world of superheroes backward. Even Clark Kent could not have changed so quickly. Bicycle Repairman is remarkable, and he does it all with his own two hands!!

  2. Birgit Says:

    “… from potty training to Trump” – that leaves room for speculations and connections 🙂
    I followed the French election (first ballot) on TV, they didn’t crash the EU yet. Next ballot in May and our regional election follows later in May. In times like these one can only hope that elections don’t turn out too bad.
    Leftover spaghetti fried with asparagus, carrots, onion and mushrooms and cheese today, quick and delicious!

    • katry Says:

      I have a grandniece and a grandnephew, both of whom will be three in July. They will go to preschool next year and they have to be potty trained to attend. Each has an older sibling who was trained shortly after they each turned 2. Georgie and Jack have both made it clear they prefer their diapers.

      That sounds totally delicious. I just don’t feel like cooking. I had some cheddar cheese and chocolate covered cashews for lunch.

  3. Coleen Says:

    I am a poor cook at best…but to add to your thought – – it’s really next to impossible to cook for one!

    Waving (with a fork in my hand), 🙂


    • katry Says:

      When I make my dinners I do tend to cook too much. Leftovers feed me for a few days or until I get tired of them and when I do, I freeze the food like chili and soup.

      I am a really good cook, but only use my skills when I have friends over for dinner.

      Waving with a knife in my hand(in case you need it)


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