Comfort Food

When I think of comfort food, I think of saltines and sprite, cinnamon toast, mashed potatoes, even my grandmothers cornbread dressing and her spaghetti. This past week we had the opportunity to experience comfort food on an entirely different level.

This week comfort food consisted of Italian tuna salad - because someone remembered that I try to avoid white flour. Boiled eggs - not realizing that I try to eat protein before I teach aerobics. Peaches - just in time because we had eaten all the fruit in the house, and I couldn't bare the thought of having to go to the grocery store. Spelt banana bread muffins - one of my husband's absolute favorites. Frozen homemade chimi's - to put in the freezer and use in the days to come when I still couldn't face going to the grocery store. By Friday, when I had made my short list of grocery's, and that was going to be my "outing" for the day, I opened the door to find a beautiful basket of fruits and vegetables - and once again we were down to no fruit or veggies, so I spent even less time at the grocery store.

This week we were blessed by comfort food in very unusual forms, but never more appreciated. As a friend would say, a blessing of God's providential mercy.