Comfort food

When I was first dreaming about creating this space, I thought I’d write about food a lot. Food felt like a safe topic. Inoffensive, universal. Something all humans need and could (in theory at least) unite around. When I started writing with this community in mind, I gravitated towards heavier subjects: sexual violence, the cllimate crisis, covid. I found that when I sat down to write, I had things I wanted to think out loud about. Food was in the background. Alongside the writing section of my ‘to do’ list, there’s the cooking section but the two passions rarely intersect. As (a brutal, exhausting) January ended, food was the only thing I wanted to write about. What follows is a collection of rough recipes and routines that have helped sustain me as well as sometimes bringing a little much needed joy.