To me, comfort food is almost anything somebody else cooks for me. I find not having to cook for myself very comforting indeed.
Luckily, I married a guy who loves to cook, and is darn good at it. Especially when he has a little help from “Big Bertha,” our cast iron skillet, so named because she is one of the big guns in TG’s cooking arsenal. Here’s Bertha doing what she does best:
We’ve had Bertha forever, and she’s always on top of the stove, waiting to fortify everything cooked in her with that extra dose of much-needed iron.
(I figure helping prevent anemia makes up for the fried food. It’s all about a balanced diet, right?)
TG is also good with turning leftover chicken into pot pies—there’s nothing more comforting on a cold winter day than seeing this…
Or its sister variation…
…on the stove. I only wish I could convey the aroma along with the visuals.
He even ventures into apple pie territory on occasion (though not often enough to suit me):
Oh, and he is, of course, King of the Grill:
(Now, a naughty blogger might insert something like “Get a load of my husband’s meat!” at this point. But me? Why, I’m way too genteel to say anything like that. *bats eyelashes*)
And I’m really lucky, because our daughter inherited TG’s love of all things culinary, and so provides us with things like this when she visits:
That’s a lasagna made with roasted eggplant and matzoh she made us last year during Passover. Yum! I’m hoping she’ll give us a repeat performance this year. (Hint, hint, honey.)
And, of course, comfort food wouldn’t be comfort food without the proper accompaniment, which I also prefer to have made for me by someone else (what can I say? I’m lazy).
I like Manhattans…
And, of course, martinis:
So, what are your favorite comfort foods?
Are you lazy like me, or do you get off on providing your own comfort? (Hey, that sounds kind of naughty, doesn’t it? *waggles eyebrows*)