i grabbed some comfort food on the way into work. singapore mei fun, shrimp and broccoli in farlic sauce, and seaweed eggdrop soup.
no, i didn't finish it all, and yes, chinese food is comfort food to me.
i fondly remember the once or twice a year trips with my family out to a chinese restaurant. we weren't wealthy so we only ate out maybe a couple of times a year, and always at the same chinese restaurant: china quarter in tenafly, n.j..
then i lived on chinese food in college, eating it about 3x a week. it's all i could afford if i wanted to have beer money. for $2.50 you could get a decent entree and a pint of rice. we washed it down with ice water which was free back then.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day.
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown,
waiting for someone or something to show you the way.