Comfort foods are inexplicable. There's no accounting for why some people like butterscotch pudding on toast. Or why others couldn't even imagine eating gravy on French fries.
Or, say, why hot drinks just don't do it for me. Must be all those 'white milkshakes' my Dad used to whip up. This morning, I made one in a different color: bright green.
Green from spinach, plus an overripe banana, a forgotten clementine, some soy milk, a bit of OJ, and a few dashes of ground ginger. It probably wouldn't qualify as comfort food for most people, but it did the trick for me.
6 comments:
I could use one of these right now.
For me too! Although lately I'm more into juice as comfort food. It's so funny, the smell of root vegetables going through a juicer actually makes me feel nostalgic, and the memory isn't even more than 5 years old!
I made another one today. Lucy, you would laugh because -- surprise, surprise - I don't find these have enough of a kick. I usually use kefir, not soy milk, and I find the muted flavor a bit bland.
the whole three of ya's should eat some meat and potatoes for a change so you won't be so grumpy all the time.
Ha ha ha! Was that your dad who wrote that, Riva!?
I've been eating meat and potatoes lately. They are cutting into my green beverages for sure ;-)
Yes, that was totally my dad.
Can you imagine Christina being grumpy? Ha. Maybe you and I though!
Dad, I'm eating a braised beef sandwich on pumpernickel bread for lunch. How's that for hearty? Maybe I could throw in some 1/4' wood screws to give it an extra 'kick.'
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