My memories can be quantified in cups of tea,
and meat pies filled perfectly, slumped against
a mountain of mash
Category: Comfort Foods
COMFORT FOODS // Ode to the Palta – Ulrike Durán Bravo
…across the bitter world, a sweet gift from Pachamama
like my father who taught me to feel
and press its skin: a map of lost worlds
COMFORT FOODS // On Rissóis — Samantha Denny
Fried dough dishes are a universal constant.
COMFORT FOODS // After the surgery my body longs for by Janet Bi Li Chan
gluey congee cooked with
yellow ginger
salted pork
thousand-year-old eggs
constantly stirred to make sure
it doesn’t stick to the bottom
COMFORT FOODS // A Tamalada by M.A. Dubbs
Mom’s in charge and tells us to watch how it’s done,
tucking and folding
until she holds above our heads, like a baptized child,
our exemplar tamale
“Just like that!” ¡Perfecto!
COMFORT FOODS // He becomes my child by Sarah Terkaoui
We pass plates of kawage, kibbeh, moutabal
between us around the semi-circle of table.
COMFORT FOODS // Khichuri by Jhilam Chattaraj
When monsoon Gods claim mid-day skies,
mortals yearn for the aromas of the celestial kitchen.
COMFORT FOODS // Mediterranean Diet — Natalie D.C.
come inside! we’ve got so much to show you! over there you’ll find a mosaic-laden platter of figs, dates, & grapes, little green & purple appetizers like bougainvillea petals against a vine-entangled fence.
COMFORT FOODS // What’s for Dinner? The Friday Night Table in Ashkenazi Culture — Hannah-Clare de Gordun
Through this shared language, seen in the celebration of Shabbat at our round dinner table, we create a “home”, a space of belonging, for a culture that has frequently been forcefully ripped from its physical roots.
COMFORT FOODS // Sheep Head — Pravasan Pillay
I am 12 years old, looking over the precast-cement fence of my neighbour’s house in Chatsworth, South Africa.
COMFORT FOODS // Homegrown — Nadine Alm
For a while I would obsess over how I could make my London plot look less like itself and more like the one I’d walked through as a child on summer holidays.
COMFORT FOODS // Reheating Leftovers – Bojana Stojcic
Reheating Leftovers And there you wereletting the world know you’d betemporarily unavailableagainthinking, All I can do now iswait for the clocks to tickhalf past six because thenthe door is opened andstays open untilthe blood has been takenout of the bodiesgiven a brief stirput back in or your hate of the present brings you to the…
Porridge 