Some days when all worries rest on my doorstep, when missing the twins is sitting lumpishly in my belly, there is really only one thing to do: Make lasagna. I am not a domestically gifted sort. I don’t craft or sew or garden. But I do cook a mean lasagna.
And the smell of it, wafting through the house makes me take a deep breath, relax, and feel for a moment that all is well. The comfort I can create is protecting my loved ones from the loneliness of life without a good dinner.
When the twins walk through the door after the weekend at their dad’s house, and the beds are made, and the food is cooked, I feel that for a minute I’ve done everything I can to make them soak in the cozy love of home. And for an over-achieving constant worrier like me, this is the closest I get to maternal peace and serenity.
What is your favorite comfort food to cook or to eat?