The best meal that I have ever eaten was about a year ago. I remember it sooo fondly.
We just got home from the hospital after Phinehas was born and I had some leftover spaghetti in the fridge. It was a couple of days old and it wasn’t anything special – just noodles and meat sauce that had been mixed together. I heated it up, but not super piping hot and devoured it. It wasn’t even a “meal time”, but late at night after I had struggled through another breastfeeding session.
Why was it sooo good? Cause I was so hungry. You could make me that same meal today and I wouldn’t remember it as fondly as I do that meal. It was the epitome of comfort food.
Oh, if I would only eat when I was truly hungry.