Yesterday I was feeling a bit under the weather and so prepared for a "duvet day"/Pyjama day or whatever you call it. There were a whole load of "Silent Witness" episodes that I had missed as well.
I'd made "cassoulet" last week for the first time ever (we always bought it in France), there was a huge load of it left over and so I ate that for lunch cuddled up under my blankets. It was heavenly. A few days of being left alone in the fat/juices and the flavours were warm and comforting.
I really think up until yesterday that I'd have answered "chocolate" as my answer to comfort food.
When in Wegman's yesterday I noticed that the young woman behind me at the checkout was purchasing a couple of cans of UK Heinz Spaghetti Hoops so turned to her and said "I haven't seen anybody other than me buying spaghetti hoops before", she looked at me in bewildered shock and replied that she didn't speak German! I was somewhat taken aback and, to her obvious relief, repeated myself in slower English, explaining that they were UK comfort food.
A British pub nearby do pie and mash with gravy, and I always ask for a large portion of steak cut fries and for them to give me a pot of the gravy from the pie and mash meal. At first they were bewildered and didn't understand why (are they really a British pub!?), but I've done it so often now they don't bat an eyelid. The look I got the first time I instantly dumped all the gravy over my steak cut fries was funny, both from my OH and the server!