For lunch, I treated myself to a delicious T-bone steak, medium rare, and buttery mashed potatoes seasoned with kosher salt. There's nothing better in this world than buttery mashed potatoes seasoned with kosher salt. Comfort food, if you will. I needed that steak today like I need oxygen. It was pertinent to my survival; pertinent to my keeping my job. Eating the steak today reminded me of how I've used comfort foods to get me through tough periods.
Breaking up with Michael: Macaroni and cheese. From scratch. I made béchamel sauce and used several cheeses. I'd make a big pot and use chicken and broccoli to make it even more comforting. It was a glass of Riesling, mac and cheese, and a journal that got me through those tough weeks.
Losing a BIG Account: Meatloaf and mashed potato sandwiches. It was my first year at the firm and this was THE account to get, and I blew it. I ordered this sandwich two weeks in a row for dinner.
When Sister Attempted Suicide: Avocados. That's all I wanted. I'd sprinkle salt, chili pepper, and lime juice on them and go to town.
The steak was fabulous and made me feel so much better. But just in case that didn't work, I always had the option of comedy -- Steven came to work with one half of his face painted black and the other half painted white, in honor of the White Sox.
Laughter comforts too.