For me comfort food is food that reminds me of childhood or my mom’s cooking. There are certain smells of spices and food combinations that just completely bring me back to when I was little and living in China. My mom is an amazing cook. When I was young I thought that she could do no wrong. Still believe in that. No matter what it is she’s making or using it always seems to taste fantastic. It always seems to please my palate and I end up eating like someone who’s starving, who has not seem food in weeks.
Yesterday, I attempted to emulate that feeling. So I made noodle soup. With fairly Chinese flavours. It tasted great. But nothing like my mom’s.
Oh well. At least dinner still delicious. 🙂
The Eleventh 