Nothing compares to homemade soup. The heated, salty broth mixed with the sweetness of vegetables: carrot, potatoe, celery, cauliflower, onion, green pepper -- all paired ever so sparingly with mini pasta. The second helping tasted even better than the first.
Nothing compares to homemade soup when your mama makes it for you when you're feeling under the weather. It's like a warm embrace on a cold winter's eve: Soothing, wholesome, fulfilling. Mama always has the perfect RX.
Nothing compares to homemade soup when you haven't eaten a full meal in 2 days. The void that had developed in the pit of my stomach, angered by the pains of illness, only to finally be comforted by this delicious liquid goodness. My god, have I never been more happy to simply taste something of substance. Never had soup tasted so good, so complete.
Nothing compares to homemade food as it brings with it the comforts of home and heart: Dependable, safe, nourishing. I remember when I was a kid, it was always the comforts of homemade food that always brought a smile to my face. From my nonna making us homemade lasagna to penne to pizza and to my mom who always made the best in homemade baked goods: brownies, biscotti, banana bread -- nothing else ever compared. Even now, nothing does.
Do you have a favourite comfort food? If so, what is it? When do you most crave it?
Buon Appetito,
Tonia
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