Food and comfort

I am not sure how certain food became comforting to me. I suspect that the fact that there were things my mother made that I truly loved and those are part of the good memories I have, contribute to this.

As a child when my mom would make fried chicken i would only eat the skin. I slowly realized the meat was good too. Fried chicken is my number one comfort food. I have to have mashed potatoes with it. Chicken livers and sweet tea...

I also loved when she would make chocolate chip cookies. Another fav..

Right now i can only think about chicken and livers and this has been an ongoing thing recently.

Im going to ask that it be my last meal and I be buried with a bucket of chicken and a huge pot of coffee.

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