Let me tells you internets, I love cheese.
No I really fucking love cheese but most cheese does not love me back.
You see, I am lactose intolerant to varying degrees. Sometimes I can eat my cheese and I'm fine and I'm happy. Other times, holy shit watch out world don't near my ass.
Thus, cheese is a dirty bitch.
I bring this up because on my way to work the wind absolutely demolished my umbrella in a ten second bi-directional gust that almost knocked me down. So I went to Starbucks and got a cheese plate.
Cheese plates are among my top ten list of culinary anti-depressants. My perfect cheese plate must include brie, apples, grapes, at least one good very sharp cheddar and some bonus tasty bit. This one in particular came with the requisites and cubes of a mediocre assiago. But it did have green and red grapes, and crackers. It is delicious.
I bring this up because I want to talk about soul food.
Soul Food is not strictly a Black thing. I have watched enough travel and food shows to put that idea right out the window.
Soul Food is food someone who loves you makes for you when you've had a bad day. When you're sick and cranky (like me, yes STILL sick what kind of shit is that?), when you are inconsoleable because you lost your wallet, fell down, someone hurt your feelings.
Soul Food is what your partner hands you when you come home and you're soaked to the bone cold and angry.
Soul Food is what you eat after someone close to you has passed away and people feed you.
Soul Food has emerged from the tables of poor people around the world and has taken over.
Soul Food is the stuff that makes it better when nothing is okay.
If the weather weren't so gross I'd send Uniballer out for the makings of Shepherd's Pie and lots of beer.
So instead I am going to sit and drink gunpowder green tea, pop my last bite of creamy brie and crisp sweet apple in my mouth and try to relax.
Fact is folks, I have been in a murderously, have to try really hard not to commit felonious assault mood for the past two days because I still don't feel good. And the barrage of cold medication has made my appetite weird and given me gastric distress of epic proportions.
It is just not fair to be coughing and snotty and have the runs. Just not fair.
I am also going to get to work on my next big writing thing.
I am putting together (read: struggling and whining while writing) a collection of autobiographical essays that I am going to self publish.
But I'm doing it.
So while I am in STAB STAB STAB mood, tell me about your Soul Food. Provide recipes if you like. Share with me, share with each other, it's good for us.