I crave comfort food.  I’m talking about the foods that bring up a warm remembering with every bite.  Foods that just feel like home.  I am writing this on Thanksgiving, which provides me with the greatest of all comfort foods—Turkey and dressing.  Include some cranberry sauce from a can and every part of me is giddy.

Comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. The Song of Solomon 2:5