When we were little, there were many days when we would stumble down the stairs for breakfast and on the stove there would be a giant pot of rice. We would then add cinnamon, nutmeg, sugar and milk to our pile of rice. This really was one of my favorite breakfasts. Simple. Warm. Comforting.
To this day, when I want something to eat that is filling and comforting, I’ll make myself some rice so that I can cover it with the perfect amount of cinnamon, nutmeg, sugar and milk. It wasn’t until I was a lot older, probably not until I moved away to go to school, that I realized that this was not something that everyone ate. But, I’m sure that everyone has that one food that might be a little different but is incredibly comforting.
When you want some comfort food, what do you reach for?