Comfort Food

About 5 years ago I took a year off. The travels began in February in Paris where it snowed for the first time in 15 years. It was cold, I had a big sleeping bag of a jacket looking as unfashionable as you can in the most fashionable city in the world. I was warm though. Walking the streets of a somewhat recently internationalized Paris, I found an amazing Japanese Ramen restaurant. I had to talk myself out of going everyday, it was instant warmth when you walked in. The steam from all the noodles, the small space, the bustling. Japanese noodles became my new comfort food.

Last night in was getting cold, it was late, and we at Mockingbird headquarters were hungry. Japanese noodles, chicken broth, a poached egg, and an old standby cornbread did just the trick. It was full on comfort.

comfort food