“Mewwy Kwiffmuff”

I heard her before I saw her in the crowded store. “Man, those chips look good! I think I need to get me some of those,” she exclaimed. My son had just thrown a bag of Tostitos Scoops into our cart, an item I had forgotten but needed for a dip I was making. We…

When did comfort food start making us uncomfortable?

On my loneliest days, I wish for my mother’s chop suey. This wish may sound odd to you, particularly if you know much about me. I’m not Asian. I come from a family of bland meals where salt and pepper were considered spices. I believe my mother even put Kitchen Bouquet in her recipe, which…

On soup and sanity

They would not stop talking about the soup. When my mother went into hospice, I had to leave for my home hundreds of miles away that very same night. So, for the first week or two of her stay, I was not able to visit her. Oddly enough, a few of my older sisters seemed…