I’ve been thinking alot about it.
In times of stress, you meet one of two people.
Eaters and non-eaters.
Oh, how I wish I was one of those “other” people. You know you’ve met them.
“I’m just so stressed out that I can’t eat.” “I’m just not hungry.” “When I got through hard time, I don’t eat”.
That is just crazy to me. Admirable, but crazy.
When I go through times of stress, I eat. Not crazy like “I want to die, I ate so much” eat, but definitely EAT.
Or should I say that I have a tendency to surround myself with foods that make me comfortable, remind of a better/happier time, make me smile. I don’t binge, I don’t win the “glutton of the year” award, but I certainly don’t go hungry.
When both of my grandmothers passed, Sean’s grandma passed, our first miscarriage, good friends parents passed, I quit my job, friends boyfriends passed, times of trials in friendships or family……
These are times when a casserole or baked potato sound nice.
And i found myself “comfort cooking” this week. Each day, waking up and beginning the ritual of baking and cooking. Some of it went uneaten, some devoured, but SOMETHING about being in the kitchen and creating made me feel better. A little more whole. A little happier.
It was totally unconscious, i just gravitated towards those recipes and I gotta say…..when you feel like the world is closing in, it is nice to walk into a house that smells like syrup or some hearty stew–don’t you think?
Sidenote: comfort food does NOT mix well with my “6 day a week” Jillian Micheals workout DVD plan. Just an FYI.
Yesterday, I had my family over and set out to cook the “essentials”. (read: THIS and THIS) My counter looked like this before everything was popped in the oven to bake (note: not the best pics you’ve ever seen, but oh well.):
And then, the lovely April brought our family dessert and boy was it good (again, I’m not a photographer, folks):
I try to eat generally healthy (don’t we all), but allow myself to indulge at certain moments in life. I suppose we all have ways to comfort ourselves. Surround ourselves with friends, watch a favorite movie, laugh.
I find my comfort tools come in the form of a prayer and a pound-cake (or burger, or fries, or shake…..).
While sugar/cake/chocolate isnt a staple in Miss K’s diet, I couldn’t pass up letting her sample April’s handi-work.