What's your "comfort" food?

Mine is salad! Either Caesar salad or grilled chicken! I do not care for sweets and I dont eat red meat often (like less then once a month)!

Kate, you have the most ingenous ideas for posts! Hmmmmmm, comfort foods? I guess mine would have to me fresh baked (still warm) chocolate chip cookies! Shrimp! ANY cajun food!

This gives me an idea though. WHAT ARE YOUR KITTIES COMFORT FOOD?

Socrates - whisker lickens
Tiger - Beef wet cat food

Kittykitty- a can of human tuna
Booger- my home made cream style corn!
he goes nuts till I give him some when he smells it cooking!

What a great thread, Blue!!!!!!!!!

My comfort foods are:

Homemade chicken & noodles over mashed potatoes
Cheetos
Kitkat bars
Shrimp
Chinese take-out
Pizza Hut Pizza
Big greasy take-out burgers loaded with everything
McDonald's fries
T-bone steak...medium
BLT's
cheddar cheese balls (breaded)


I could continue, but those are the first ones that came to mind.

:icecream: All this talk about food is making me hungrey. I think I'll go eat some cheesies, or maybe chips N dip. Wait I'll have something sweet with that, how about a nice big choc, bar.

But I have to loose a few pounds so I'll get a strawberry juice bar instead----yeah right! :flash: :laughing:

A big malted milk-shake (vanilla), which is unobtainable anywhere around here.

Or, Chinese take-away of my choice.

Or, a big steak.



However, I'm supposed to be on a diet. So "comfort" and "food" will of necessity be mutually exclusive for the time being.



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I am also supposed to be on a diet. After having my two children, I am trying to lose weight. I do alot of walking, and I try to eat things that are low in fat. But then, comes the craving. I also ate alot in the past. I used to eat until I was full. Then I started eating small meals and it was hard because then I get hungry later on. Even if I have fruit and veggies for snacks, I'd get hungry. It was even harder when I was with my ex-husband, he wanted me to lose weight, but he didn't really support me(walking together,etc). The hardest thing was that I had to cook things that he liked, things that are high in fat and cholesterol, and if I try to give him healthy stuff, he wouldn't eat it. So, I had to eat it to because there was no way that I would cook two separate things. But now, I am alone, and the summer is coming, so eating salads will be easier.
Any of you who are from Louisiana, I never tried cajun food, and I don't know if there are any here in Utah. I've been hearing so much about how good crawfish are. And the people from New Orleans like hot and spicy. I also like hot and spicy.

Grrr. . . . If ever again you're stuck with somebody who expects you to cook for them and then complains about the fare, tell them this: "There's the kitchen, there's the stove, there's the refrigerator, there's the pantry and the grocery store is over there. Don't forget your wallet. Have at it!"



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Mr. Cat,
I love it! You tell ummm!!

Squirt's is definitely black olives. I think Joey's is anything!

Black Olives!!! I forgot black olives...I LOVE black olives! Me and your cat would get along great!! (might be a fight over an olive now and then, though)

Well I was once married to a man that expected a hot meal when he returned but I was not allowed to eat till he was dont! I weighed 87 lbs!! Needless to say I am with him no longer!

oh and I agree with Mr Cat!! (well at least I do now) I understand how it feels to be in a dominating relationship!

Debby:

If you don't mind waiting until Squirt has rolled all over them for 10 or 15 minutes, I'm sure he'd be happy to share! In the meantime, I'll snack on green olives. He doesn't like those.

I really love strawberries. But what is it about the smell that cats don't like? yesterday, I was washing some strawberries because I am making a fruit salad and when Jake sniffed the strawberries, he kind of stepped back. By the way, the guy who I was married to is accustomed to have women cook for him(mexican culture). There is alot of machismo in Mexico still, especially in some parts of the country. Men go to work and women stay home cleaning, cooking, and raising kids. When the men(husbands, fathers, brothers) come home, they sit at the table and the women serve them their food, then the women can eat themselves. My husband was raised like that. I wasn't

If my husband expected a hot meal everyday when he got home he would starve! I don't cook. My husband was on disability for 8 months and it was great he cooked everynight!

Well, I don't mind fixing the hot meal for my hubby every night...(except when I'm REALLY tired) 'cause I love to cook...but if he thinks I'm going to sit and wait for him to finish before I start....hahahahahaha. Never!

Deb...I think I may have to pass on those rolled over black olives....maybe I'll settle for some green ones with you!!!! (you don't roll on them do you?)

LOL, no Debby! The funny thing is that black olives are a real treat for Squirt. They affect him like catnip or something. He rolls all over them and goes nuts. My ex-boyfriend used to always order them on his half of the pizza. That's how Squirt developed his "fetish" for them. Now since we don't order pizza together anymore, I have to keep a lookout for black olives. If I get them on a salad in a restaurant, for example, I put them in a napkin and take them home. People think I am a bit odd, but if you're not a cat lover, you just don't get it. These are the same people who think nothing of wrapping up a bone for their dogs.

I knew a young lady, once upon a time, who was highly intelligent and dynamic. Well, she ended up marrying a guy who brought his own built-in family (two kids) with him. Anyway, we three grown-ups were friends — for a while, anyway.

Which brings me to the topic of cooking, food and mealtimes. As I was an occasional guest at the home of those mentioned above, I noticed a big change at my friend Debby's (that's right) dinner table: no talking. She'd always been a font of interesting conversation at supper, but after "I do!" it was all eating and no talking.

Prince Charming would sternly announce, whenever either of his kids said something, "NO TALKING! JUST EAT! THE DINNER TABLE IS FOR EATING, NOT TALKING!" Well, of course, nobody spoke — neither adults nor children. I found this scenario to be ignorant, impolite and rude; but Debby acted as if such behavior was perfectly all right.

So, what's with this "No talking at dinner!" jive? Like, isn't that one of the major reasons to have one's family gathered around a table? For the life of me, I can't fathom a mind which rejects communication — especially at mealtimes. And I don't understand either how or why a perfectly intelligent person would go along with such a heavy-handed and inhumane tactic.

I brought the matter up with Debby one day. Guess what? No more invitations to their home! Where, oh where, do these gals find these guys? And why?



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