Big Fat Mama

I love comfort food. Tonight it was homemade meat loaf, cornbread stuffing and green beans with real bacon bits sprinkled throughout.

I crave comfort food. I want macaroni and cheese toasted brown on top; or pork chops double dipped in ranch dressing and bread crumbs.

I demand comfort food. An ample piece of apple pie with a slice of sharp cheddar cheese. Or warm cookies out of the oven with a cup of hot chocolate.

I dream of comfort food. A seven layer white cake with raspberry filling. A New York cheesecake that I don't have to share with guests.

Although I am now slender, that doesn't mean I don't have a daily battle with food. I eat in moderation but continue to dream of devouring two plates of dinner, washing it down with three glasses of wine and sampling four desserts at one sitting.

My therapist told me her comfort food was a bowl of mashed potatoes. I immediately thought what is WRONG with this picture? She failed to mention a pool of butter! She forget to tell me if gravy was involved? She told me the size of the bowl was of no importance. Well, it is to me. Just how many mashed potatoes can a therapist put away? I myself can eat an entire pan of them - lick the spoon and never look back.

Must run and check the oven. I have macaroons baking while the husband is downstairs shaving and I pray he thinks its just Glade air freshener. I'd rather not share.

Its all about my comfort. Right?