What Do You Crave When You Eat Your Feelings?
Now, more than ever, we need to eat what makes us feel our best. But what does that mean?
There’s been a goodish bit of chatter lately about “eating your feelings” and nonstop comfort food roundups. This is not a dig. To begin with a meaningless pandemic cliché: Now, more than ever, we need a catalog of all the ways to combine carbohydrates and cheese.
But “comfort food” means different things to different people. I’m so spazzed about Tuesday (and the days/weeks/please, please, not months to come) that I hadn’t even considered what I’d want to eat. I have a Bota Box of sauvignon blanc; I’ll be fine.
I have a Bota Box of sauvignon blanc; I’ll be fine.
But on a recent text thread with my dear friend Katelyn, a D.C.-based reporter, she lamented that for the first time in her career as a journalist, she won’t be having the traditional (newsroom-funded) election night pizza for dinner. And then she started plotting. Because she’ll be working (and cooking) from home, her menu includes pierogi, creamed greens, a pot roast, pickled vegetables, a chocolate Guinness cake, and hot toddies. All things that can hang out for hours in crockpots and on platters to be munched while frantically thumbing through…