Comfort Food

I don't know if it's the weather or the impending time of the month (yeah, that means exactly what you think it does) or having sick kids for a couple weeks now, but I am on a comfort food kick.

Baked a loaf of bread this morning. A sweet white bread, kind of like those King's Hawaiian Rolls they sell at the store, but with a nice crisp crust. Perfect eaten warm with real butter (don't even attempt this with margarine, except maybe Earth Balance 100% vegan sticks; they aren't horrible and I use them when baking dairy-free for my son).

Baked Brown Sugar Chocolate Chip Bars later in the morning. Have you ever had these? The recipe is in Death By Chocolate Cookies, by Marcel Desaulniers. I modify it a little, of course, because I can never leave well enough alone. If you want the recipe, let me know. It uses a full cup of butter (European, if you can get it). Could kill a person, I'm sure.

Had a glorious lunch with my daughter of peanut butter on Saltines, followed by long shavings of Parmesan Reggiano - the good stuff, not some American-made knockoff - eaten out of hand. Washed down with soy milk (her) and Diet Coke (me). Terribly healthy, I know. A well-balanced meal, to be sure.

Currently defrosting a pork tenderloin for dinner, to be cooked with a cranberry sauce. I'll serve it with mashed sweet potatoes, fresh barely-cooked green beans. Not sure what else. Well, the bread from this morning, of course.

Maybe a stew tomorrow. That's comfort food, for sure.