That is just about my all time favorite comfort food. Oh, and Mashed Potatoes.
Anyway, Autumn dropped by with a bang this week, and though one day it was sunny and perfect, the next it was very cool and rainy. We need the rain. I mowed dust on Monday.
With the arrival of Autumn, I had the guilty pleasure of fixing myself a beautiful lunch of a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup. I am not sure when this classic combination became my go-to for self-soothing, but the other day, when I first bit down into the crisp warm bread and oozy American “cheese food,” I was happy. Not that I wasn’t before. I was just happier.
I am not particularly a foodie. I don’t remember food; I remember the people and places. Pizza night at my brother’s every Tuesday night is not about the pizza at all. It is about gathering around their large table with the kids, and joining in the conversation and laughter. I barely cooked for the Australians when they were here, and breakfast everyday for the boys was toast. Seriously.
When I first began living alone, I barely ate at all, and that didn’t work very well for me. Then I decided I was going to love myself enough to cook for myself. Naturally, the pendulum swung too far, and I was eating all the wrong things. Now, I am back on track, and doing a better job of feeding myself in a more balanced way.
The “cheese food” was left over from the way-past. That stuff never spoils. It is a bit concerning. The bread was the last remnants of those toast breakfasts served to my honored guests. The soup was Trader Joe’s Organic Tomato and Roasted Red Pepper. Score.
I am glad for the change in weather. It is my very most favorite time of the year. I picked up colorful maple leaves off the ground to send to my Arizona little ones, and it will stop raining soon, and warm up a little again. I hope just tomato soup will do it for me until then.