Well, we’re still a day behind here, but we don’t want to stop bringing you our adventures in delicious food. Today’s topic – comfort food. Sarra was raised in Texas, while I grew up in New York, so we both have different (but equally firm) ideas of what comfort food is. To Sarra, nothing is more comforting than a plate of gravy-soaked carbs and fat, but I usually just want to stick a large quantity of “meat” in between a couple of slices of bread.
Disclaimer: this isn’t a recipe. It is, however, a very retro dinner.
Mike and I are both really drawn to retro and vintage styles and items. We love the aesthetics from the 1950s & 1960s – Mike loves cocktails and mod and anything atomic in particular, and I can usually be found in full-skirted dresses with a pocketbook and bright lipstick. (Mike hasn’t seen Mad Men yet, but I’m looking forward to watching it with him just so I can see him get all swoony over the clothes and furniture.) Additionally, we’re both defined in a lot of ways by the pop culture of our respective childhoods, adolescences, and young adulthoods. We’re both very nostalgic people, by and large, and really prone to reminiscing and “Do you remember…”. We’re your basic Gen-X cliché, is what I’m saying.
I have an abiding fondness for vintage cookbooks, even if they are loaded with pictures of dead animal parts. I assumed I’d turn to one from my collection to find a recipe to veganize, but then I had a flash of inspiration.
There will be a post from Mike along in a couple of hours, showcasing our weird food combination dinner. But I couldn’t pass up a chance to talk about a weird food combo that I have loved since I was 17 years old (I’m 42 now, so that’s a quarter-century… dang). Just so you know: there’s nothing healthy after the cut.
Y’all, I had this whole thing figured out – I was going to make a dinner we ate a lot as a kid. But when Mike went to get eggless ribbon noodles from the one store we know for sure carries them, they… don’t anymore. Well, damn. So I thought about what I could do instead – pizza? No, I’m doing that tomorrow (spoiler!). Maybe breakfast for dinner? That was SO exciting to me and my siblings when we were kids, so maybe. And then, at like 4 in the afternoon, when my sockless feet were cold and I needed to grab a cardigan to chase away a chill, I got it – I remembered one of my all-time favorite childhood dinners: tomato soup and grilled cheese. Continue reading