Husband announced the other day that he considers Gjetost to be a comfort food. I have never considered it to be so, but he was really happy when he found some at the store earlier this month. It is too sweet and chalky for my tastes.
This is a year that has screamed a need for comfort. It has been hard to find at times over the past ten months. I think the worst day in memory was yesterday, as we anxiously waited to see if Daughter’s plane left Denver with her on it. We hadn’t seen her for a year. Her flight into Bismarck on Tuesday was cancelled, and she couldn’t get a flight home until Christmas Eve. She had an excellent time with her grandmother. though, which was a comfort to both of them.
I was so worried all day yesterday. I tried to distract myself with music. The King’s College Lessons and Carols service was a good start, but it was a really long day. I made some soup, cleaned the kitchen, played solitaire, did laundry, and wrapped some presents, all with a horrid sense of dread and apprehension. Our cat must have sensed my distress, as she stayed unusually close by me all day.
The only thing that would provide comfort for me was to hear that she was boarding her plane, and then to give her a big hug (but not, she insisted, until she showered to get the Covid germs off her). She was texting us in caps as she waited for the plane to take off.
What foods, books, music, people, places, activities, or other things give you comfort these days?