Mashed potatoes makes me think of childhood dinners in the winter. Coming in when it started to get too dark to play. The warm feeling of the food going down to my belly. Thick blankets and twisted pajamas.
After my mom passed away, I get the same kind of comfort by cooking the same things she did, things like meatloaf patties, potato soup, that one skillet dish with ground beef, cream of mushroom soup, and wide egg noodles. Heck, when any of my family finds out I made meatloaf patties, I suddenly have company for dinner. I haven’t tried my hand at frubread yet, though. Mmmmmm…, frybread and a big bowl of stew…..
I’ve always considered opening a vegan comfort food restaurant in a university district or a skiing town.
Oh! DO IT! Come back and let us know where, and how it’s going!
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