The picture of the fireplace is in the kitchen of the farm where I grew up way back in the early 50's. I loved that farm and spent many happy times in that kitchen. Recently I found out the farm had been sold again. It stirred up so many emotions. I had a fantasy that I'd win the lottery some day and buy the farm.
Dreams are good, as long as you realize that's all they are. Not unlike dreaming about being a size 10. I know that's never going to happen. But, when reality sets in I tend to get depressed and turn to comfort food to make me feel better. There's a reason it's called comfort food. While you're eating your grandma's 👵chicken and dumplings you feel connected to your past and a happier time.
My grandma lived with us and she did most of the cooking. My parents both worked outside the home. Grandma was an excellent baker so there were always cakes or pies to eat. If I had a bad day at school, I knew I could come home and find something to eat to make me feel better.
After all these years I still turn to food when I'm upset or sad. That's been happening a lot lately. I think that's why I like writing about what I'm feeling. It helps me to see more clearly and let it go. I would love to know if anyone else has a suggestion how to avoid those comfort food blues. I welcome any and all comments, good or bad. You don't have to agree with me, just share your feelings. It might help you too. 💘
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