Sloppy Joes always make me think of Saturday morning high school Speech Team tournaments. The tangy scent of sweetened barbeque sauce wafting through cinder block hallways always made my mouth water. Pangs of hunger would duke it out with the butterflies in my stomach. Hunger usually won. I knew if I could just get through my recitation, there would be a scoopful of sloppy goodness on an enriched white bread bun waiting for me.
I am an insanely picky eater. I also have a number of food rituals that must be observed. I don’t care if my food is all going to the same place, I still don’t want it co-mingling on my plate. Like Jack Spratt, I eat no fat. My dogs love it when we grill steaks because I must carefully carve around any part that looks suspiciously marbled. Potato chips? I eat the broken chips first, then the whole chips, leaving the best - the coveted folded chips - for last.
I'm a Catholic school survivor, so in my mind, tuna casserole should only be served on Fridays and should always come with a side of Kraft Macaroni ‘n Cheese. Cheese pizza is welcome anytime.
We’re all susceptible to the lure of comfort food. My personal favorite? Toast - the perfect food for all occasions. When I’m anxious, I take it plain and dry. Feeling cozy? I slather that toasty goodness in real butter. You know I’m celebrating when I break out the cinnamon and sugar.
How about you? What’s your go-to food when you need a little solace?
When she isn’t tapping away at her keyboard, Margaret engages in an epic battle against her never-ending laundry hampers, cajoles the flowers in her yard, sings into her hairbrush, and has been known to hold entire conversations speaking only in movie quotes.