Comfort Food

Comfort food is at its best when shared with love and laughter. When generations are sat around the table, passing serving spoons, and wine, and stories. Some new, some heard time and time again, but they never grow old. An uncle’s eyes light up and a mischievous grin graciously dances across his face as he talks of boyhood, tires, and railroad tracks. Or the way a cousin laughs at her husband’s fascination over a squirrell fighting a bluejay. Or Grandma’s stern tone after being interrupted as she inquires “Did you hear a period at the end of that sentence?”
In terms of comfort, there is nothing like Shepherds pie, fond memories, and family gathered around the dinner table.

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8 Responses to Comfort Food

  1. Brad Osborne says:

    One of my favorite comfort foods and it looks delicious! There is nothing like family and friends gathered to share a meal. Old stories and new fill the space with love and laughter. Great post, my friend!

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  2. jonicaggiano says:

    That sounds really nice. ❤️

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  3. utahan15 says:

    cheese sugar and salt
    and your smile all the while . opening day. oh ok!

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