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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Comfort Food of Yore

by Courtney Pierce

When I was a child in the early sixties, colds required soft-boiled eggs with melted butter and toasted Wonder Bread. My caring mother’s loving fix for everything. Today that remedy would require a chaser of Lipitor. Foiled TV dinners of Swanson’s Fried Chicken in front of The Flintstones and The Jetsons were a Friday night treat. Now, the treat is roast chicken with a salad in front of an On Demand episode of Outlander or Downton Abby.

Oh, how times have changed. How spoiled have we become? Very spoiled hypocrites. 

Health consciousness now reigns with an over-wealth of unhealthy food―if only enjoyed vicariously with a remote control and the Food Network. Paula Dean and her butter pats inside a hamburger and mayonnaise on just about everything used to crack me up―until she disclosed her diabetes. My eyes travel from Guy Fieri’s spikey hair to his sphere above his belt. Look away and check out what he’s cooking on that grill.

Even though unthinkable, I recall picking off that crispy chemical coating from the chicken and waiting as long as possible to empty the foiled compartment of its sweet-and-savory apple crisp. I still can’t get through a cold without that runny egg and toast . . .  sans the butter. Even at my worst, I follow the new rules while I reach back to my youth. Gets in the DNA.

And remember sandwiches slathered with Deviled Ham, Spam, or fried Taylor Ham (for those of us who lived in New England)? Yeah . . . salted road kill of lips, snouts, and tongues. But those options were standard fare for lunch, accompanied with a chemical salt powder of fake Lipton's noodle soup in a mug. Today―while I write―I pile butter lettuce with unsalted wild-caught albacore and garbanzo beans with a drizzle of fresh lemon and olive oil. Fills the void, but I enjoy it―my new comfort food.

Don't get me started on breakfast.

We little champions started our day with toy surprises, luring us kids to boxes of sugary cereal that might as well have been Cracker Jack with whole milk. I shake my head when I think about it now, spooning raisins over my plain Shredded Wheat soaked with almond Silk.

So, how have I remained alive? I have no idea. Must be the preservatives still hanging out in my organs.

Courtney Pierce is a fiction writer living in Oregon with her husband of thirty-seven years and bossy cat. She writes for baby boomers. Her novels are filled with heart, humor, and mystery. Courtney has studied craft and storytelling at the Attic Institute and has completed the Hawthorne Fellows Program for writing and publishing. Active in the writing community, Courtney is a board member of the Northwest Independent Writers Association and is a member of Willamette Writers, Pacific Northwest Writers Association, She Writes, and Sisters in Crime. The Executrix received the Library Journal Self-E recommendation seal. 

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3 comments:

Judith Ashley said...

My family was more of a cook-from-scratch but that meant lots of butter in the pan that fried the potatoes that went with the eggs. And we did have Wonder Bread at some point but also made from scratch bread - still love the smell of yeasty fresh baked bread. I will admit I've not done as well as translating my comfort foods of yore into a healthier version today - Kudos to you!

Courtney Pierce said...

Whenever I write these posts, I feel like I'm reliving my youth. So fun.

Diana McCollum said...

Great post! Love seeing what others like as comfort food!I'm thinking I have a lot of preservatives hanging out in my organs too! I do try and eat healthy now, just the occasional piece of pecan pie, once every 6 months.