It comes to everyone.
The day when everything and anything you do goes to hell with a suitcase and shades.
The day that begins badly and gets progressively worse.
The thing happens that makes you want to scream ‘WHAT….THE …F….!’
Or that thing happens, that final straw, that drives you to do something you know you shouldn’t, you know it’s bad for you, but damn it, you’re going to do it anyway.
And so we do it.
We all do it.
We turn to comfort food.
It is generally assumed that chocolate is every woman’s “go to” for comfort.
It must be stated quite clearly that this is not the case.
Chocolate is sin.
It’s sheer delight.
It’s affordable naughtiness with no boundaries.
It’s a sugar rush that is over all too soon and leaves you spent when it’s done.
It leaves you wanting more.
Chocolate is many things, but certainly not comfort.
What is comforting about comfort food?
Is it a physical or emotional fulfilment we are looking for when we eat it?
Is it the release of endorphins or hormones it brings about via a chemical reaction?
Or is it the subconscious memories it stirs up?
What is it about chicken soup?
How many of you really had a Grandma who would feed it to you when you got sick?
What is it about mashed potatoes?
What is it about a huge plate of spaghetti, made just like your mother made it?
Do we associate it with a loved one?
Does it remind us of whoever took care of us when we were small?
Mommy, Daddy, aunty or grandparent?
Is it filling in the gap for someone who used to make the bad things go away?
Is it the taste?
Is it the smell?
Is it the texture?
Is it the way it looks?
Is it the sigh we give when we finally get to eat it?
The fascinating thing about comfort food is that it is different for everyone.
Comfort food comes in all guises and disguises, and it can be said that a lot of the time it bears a strong resemblance to bread, potatoes or pasta.
One thing you can be sure of, no matter what it looks like, it is fattening.
But the most interesting thing about it, is the birthplace and comfort origin for each one of us, and why we all head in different directions when we need it.