Comfort Food

Comfort is an interesting concept. It's what we seek when we feel low, and it makes us feel better - usually, if not always, without actually changing the circumstances that made us low in the first place.

Hot coffee can make you feel alive and envigorated, or centred and relaxed. The smell of fresh bread can make you want to get a mortgage, want to get it on, or want to have a bundle of joy (Just a note - do this in the right order or you're likely to be confused and disappointed). Over the last few days, it won't surprise you to know I've sniffed a lot of cake.

Carrot cake, lemon cake, coconut slices...
Then there was last night.
I should stress, last night was an aberration. Last night was a thing between me and a beautiful piece of coffee cake, with the cutest walnuts you ever did see. d opened up the plastic box, and it wafted up at me, fluttering its putative eyelashes at me. I took a deep, deep sniff.

And...erm...well, there's no easy way to say this...Y'know how, when you smell something utterly delicious, you get a salivary response, and sense memories, and probably even endorphins too, flooding your system? Well, endorphins are tricky little things, and they don't necessarily have any discretion, or...any sense of direction. So I got the salivary response, and the sense memories, and the endorphins, and then I got...well, let's just say, another response.
"Hello?" said d.
"Erm..." I said. I mean, what do you say? "Sorry honey, not to detract from the solemnity of the day, but I'm all sorts of turned on by coffee cake right now, can we...no I guess not?"!
Fortunately, d laughed - y'see, getting a free pass at moments like that is one of the many many reasons I love the woman.
"Ahem..." she said. "This might be the first case of blue taste-buds in recorded history," she pointed out.
I sniffed the cake again - hey, she was laughing, what am I gonna do, miss the opportunity?
d laughed again. Thankfully.

Today, I started off with high blood sugar - 7.2, but this is a combination of having forgotten my diabetic pills for a few days, and eating a pasta meal last night - and we came home from Dover. We weren't home long before we felt the need for a nap - no really, a nap! We have no cake here at home. And when we woke up, there was only one thing on both our minds.

Pizza, of course. Thankfully, the guys at our local Pizza Hut must presumably have read the entry on my brand new strategy, cos what they send me was practically filled to the brim with green chillis, that turned my pizza into an inedible inferno.

So...erm...yay. Time to jump on the bike for a couple of miles of culinary cold-showering before all this slams into the reality of a new week.

(Sigh) And on we go...