What food from your childhood is sheer and utter comfort food, and in contrast, what food from your childhood did you vow never to let near your mouth again, a promise which you’ve kept?
For me, the first question is hard to answer, unless I rephrase it to read “culinary childhood.” There is no food from my childhood that is comforting. As you’ve seen me write before, Mom, may she rest in peace, was no cook, and no gourmet either. If you held a gun to my head the only answer I could come up with would be PB&J. Or Bob’s Big Boy Roquefort Salad Dressing and dip, which Mom doused everything in to hide her Kitchen shortcomings. My comfort foods are Asian born: okonomiyaki, tonkotsu ramen, Japanese curry, egg drop soup, or a bowl of bibimpap all can find their way into the coldest places in my heart.
In answer to the second? Tongue, beets, lima beans.
For me, the first question is hard to answer, unless I rephrase it to read “culinary childhood.” There is no food from my childhood that is comforting. As you’ve seen me write before, Mom, may she rest in peace, was no cook, and no gourmet either. If you held a gun to my head the only answer I could come up with would be PB&J. Or Bob’s Big Boy Roquefort Salad Dressing and dip, which Mom doused everything in to hide her Kitchen shortcomings. My comfort foods are Asian born: okonomiyaki, tonkotsu ramen, Japanese curry, egg drop soup, or a bowl of bibimpap all can find their way into the coldest places in my heart.
In answer to the second? Tongue, beets, lima beans.