Anne here, and today I'm blogging about comfort food. Of course what we class as comfort food varies from person to person, and is often culturally influenced, but it's usually something from our childhood, a simple, everyday dish of the kind that never makes it into recipe books of fancy restaurants, though some hotels and breakfast cafés might include some dishes.
For some people it's their mother's chicken soup, or if their mother wasn't a cook, maybe a particular brand of canned soup. A childhood friend of mine always wanted canned tomato soup, made with milk and served with dry triangles of toast. She was always very specific about it. Triangles, not squares. And dry, not buttered.