What's your comfort food and why?
For me, it's scrambled eggs (among other things). I have this vivid memory of waking up from a flu-induced nap as a kid to a plate of scrambled eggs for dinner. Just fluffy eggs and some plain buttered toast. And I remember it being better than any medicine.
As I've gotten older, my breakfast tastes have evolved. But the humble egg has always been a staple of comfort. Hung over? Time for over easy eggs and hashbrowns. Feeling too tired to cook? Whip up an egg in the hole. Having a bad day? Eat scrambled eggs and pancakes for dinner.
Fly to a different city, get no sleep, have a bunch of things go sideways, and wonder what you're doing with your life? Eat some eggs benny.
Was this the best eggs benny I've ever had? No. The eggs were poached but had a weird crust like they'd been fried. The potatoes were mediocre at best. But there was a slice of cantaloupe.
I don't even remember the name of the place where I had this meal. It's unimportant, really.
But what I do know is that it provided the one thing I needed. Comfort. Comfort to go back out and face the day. To know that sleep would come. To know that a bad day is just one moment in a series of many good ones. To know that sometimes we fail. To know that wherever you are in the world, there's always breakfast when you need it.