Comfort.
Its different for everyone.
It could be a certain food that warms your heart along with your tummy. Each bite bringing back memories of long ago.
My mother made us coffee on cold school days. We walked to school, it was uphill one way and not too far, but the weather was a factor some days.
Anyway the coffee. I guess we couldn’t afford hot chocolate so mom would pour us a cup of her coffee and add sweetened condensed milk. I think that came in the commodity box we got, along with that processed cheese loaf.
She would make us buttered toast and we would dip it into the coffee. There would be a glaze of butter floating on top of the mug. I would slurp it off the top. That was the best coffee in the world.
Maybe that’s why I love my coffee time in the morning. And why I dont put sugar in it. Lol
There are time I will grab a flavored coffee and the taste will send me back.
My memory fails me when it comes to my childhood. Things will pop up that will trigger a memory, but not often. I’ve thought of getting hypnotized to bring some back.
What I do remember keeps me centered.
Mom’s Arroz con Pollo. Yellow rice and chicken. I remember picking out the pimento. And wondering how she got the rice yellow. But it was always good and a family meal around the table.
Comfort to me is also the rain.
I grew up in a metal trailer. The sound of the rain hitting the outside could lull me to sleep. Thunderstorms were scary at times, and the wind would rock the house. Really move it at times. Hail would sound like gunshots, echoing inside. I remember covering my head with the blanket when that would happen.
But now I have a sleep app that plays the rain and thunder for me so I can slip off to sleep.
It reminds me of a simpler time.
Whether your comfort is the rain or tomato soup and grilled cheese, enjoy it again.
Stop and relive what comforts you.
I do every morning and it truly changes my attitude for the day.
I may skip the sweetened milk, but the memory hugs me just fine.
Love big
Lorene
