Daily Writing Prompt: What’s your go-to comfort food?
I already mentioned this in another prompt, “What foods would you like to make?”.
But comfort food deserves a second spotlight, especially when it tastes like home.
Give me a bowl of shepherd’s pie with cheese melted on top, Irish stew slow-simmered to perfection, or a heap of buttery colcannon with scallions and cream, and I’m sorted. That’s not just food, that’s medicine. That’s memory. That’s magic.
Colcannon always takes me straight back to childhood, the kind where the house smelled like real cooking, the kind that warmed the bones on damp Irish days. There’s something about the way mashed potatoes mix with cabbage and scallions, like the land itself is feeding you. It’s humble, yes, but it fills the gaps that nothing else can quite reach.
I don’t think comfort food is just about taste. It’s texture, scent, history. It’s what someone made for you when you were tired, heartbroken, or cold to the core. It’s the plate that was handed over without words, just a look that said, “Here, this will help.”
And maybe it’s not the healthiest option, but let’s be honest, neither is bottling up your emotions. So I say pass the colcannon, pop on the kettle, and don’t skimp on the butter. There’s healing in the ritual. There’s grounding in the carbs. There’s peace in the plate.
Because sometimes the best way to carry on… is with a cuddle from the inside out.
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