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Quine Jun 3, 2010 02:22 PM

That's right my Mom is the best. Right now I am recovering from a car accident and besides having no car, it's a bit painful for me to move around. So Mom boiled up two eggs to make deviled eggs (4 halves) just as comfort food for me. Yes, it's those little things.

What has your Mom done (or other special person) that was food/comfort token showing that they cared?

Let's share the good stuff!

  1. onceadaylily Jun 3, 2010 04:01 PM

    I can think of two.

    I was twenty-six when I left the man I was supposed to marry. I went home to stay with my parents, clear my head, and get back on my feet (having left an entire life behind). I thought I was fine with my decision. The first morning I woke up in my old room, I felt . . . stricken, at the size of the loss. I went downstairs for coffee, trying to keep everything at bay, and my mother was in the kitchen. She had just made coffee, and she turned around, smiling. I thought I was wearing a pretty good poker-face, but her own face fell when she saw me. "Oh, honey!" she said. She held me for a moment while I cried, but then broke away to fix me a cup of coffee. She led me to the couch, sat me down, and pushed the cup into my hands. Whenever I sobbed, she said, gently, "Drink your coffee." She kept pushing my hands, cluthcing the mug, up toward my mouth. Finally, I calmed down, sighed, and said, "Mom, you make terrible coffee." The look on her face sent me into a fit of laughter, and she was so relieved that I stopped crying that she started laughing too. She sat on the couch, drinking coffee and giggling with me, for so long that she was late for work.

    Shortly after I first met a new friend, I came down with a cold. I saw him just after work, and said how I just needed to crawl into bed, stay warm, and watch movies. He showed up shortly after I got home, and handed me a brown paperbag. It looked like something a mom would pack a lunch in. It contained one package of chicken ramen soup, two packets of green tea, a bottle of honey, one bag of peanut M&M's, a tin of cough drops, and a packet of teaberry gum. He explained he was supposed to meet some friends, and that was the best he could do on such short notice. He said, quite earnestly, that I was the only other person he knew that liked teaberry gum, and that the ramen in the styrofoam container was MUCH better than the plastic packet. He offered to microwave the soup for me. It wasn't until after he had left that I noticed that he had slit open the M&M's and removed all the blue ones, and then carefully scotch-taped it shut. Because he knew I hated the blue ones. That was over eight years ago; he is the guy I'm talking about when I say, 'the boyfriend'.

    This is the same boyfriend who, at my mother's house, when accepting a cup of coffee and glancing down into the mug, said, "Oh, tea, thank you."

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    1. re: onceadaylily
      rabaja Jun 3, 2010 09:50 PM

      That made me Awwwww right out loud. Thanks for warming my heart with your sweet story/

      1. re: onceadaylily
        ChristinaMason Jun 4, 2010 02:12 AM

        >>This is the same boyfriend who, at my mother's house, when accepting a cup of coffee and glancing down into the mug, said, "Oh, tea, thank you."<<

        Wow, her coffee really was terrible! Nice that you have TWO lovely people in your life.

        1. re: onceadaylily
          mariacarmen Jun 4, 2010 10:09 PM

          Great, great story! My BF, who i've known since i was 7, but didn't get together with until after 35 years had passed, wooed me with (cocktails first ,but then) a late night snack of cold cuts, whole wheat bread toasted, a cup of blue cheese dressing for dunking (!) and the piece de resistance - a bowl of condensed milk with grapes to dip in! growing up we ALWAYS had condensed milk around - typical Bolivian family staple. My BF was my first and only Bolivian bf, and it really hit home that we had a connection. There's a bowl of CM in our fridge right now.

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          pasuga Jun 3, 2010 06:34 PM

          Many years ago (I was thirteen) I was in an accident and broke my hip. This happened late in the afternoon. Ny the time they got me x-rayed and cleaned up, scheduled for surgery, and into my room it was around nine or ten at night. I hadn't eaten since lunch and was starving. Mom was a volunteer at the hospital coffee shop. She persuaded one of the security guys to open it up, and brought me a tuna salad on wheat toast, whole milk, and a three musketeers bar. Still one of the best meals I ever had. <g>

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            masha Jun 3, 2010 07:05 PM

            ... matzoh ball soup. This was the ultimate comfort food that my mother always made when my sister or I had our braces adjusted growing up. She still makes it whenever I come home, and I always look forward to it.

            1. ChristinaMason Jun 4, 2010 02:15 AM

              Whenever I was sick as a kid, my mom would always make me a cup of Herb Ox chicken broth with macaroni noodles floating in it. To this day, I still crave fake, salty chicken broth with pasta floating in it whenever I feel bad. It was just her thing.

              I also remember whenever she cooked with cheddar cheese, she would slice extra strips for us to snack on. It always felt so decadent, eating cheese straight in big hunks. I still always think of her whenever I munch on some cheddar.

              1. Aravisea Jun 4, 2010 05:38 AM

                This happened just yesterday. I got home from work feeling pretty awful - lots of sickness going around - so the man of the house put me on the couch with the remote and a blanket and then proceeded to make, with my step-by-step instruction, udon soup for me. He did the dashi from scratch and everything, and he is definitely not the cook in our house! The soup was great, too. :)

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                  IndigoOnTheGo Jun 4, 2010 08:50 AM

                  I remember my twin sister and I were in our early 20s and both stricken with strep throat. We were living on our own for the first time and I remember moping around in our robes on the couch. Mom came over with a huge pot of her version of arroz caldo, a Filipino version of chicken rice soup. Incredibly soothing and cured our aches and pains. I try my own version now and again but it never seems to hold the flavor that my mom can put in her own soup.

                  1. ttoommyy Jun 4, 2010 08:56 AM

                    My Italian-American mother would always make me pastina when I was sick (or even faking sick). Pastina pasta boiled in some milk; when done, add some butter and salt and stir. Sooooo comforting and tasty when you're sick (or just wanting) some comfort from mom.

                    1. bermudagourmetgoddess Jun 4, 2010 10:24 AM

                      When I was visiting my mom in January she made me the most wonder cosmo for my 40th B-day...to me it was the best cosmo I have ever had :)

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                        jvanderh Jun 4, 2010 12:25 PM

                        My mother very kindly does not subject me to her cooking, and springs for dinner in a restaurant.

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                          mariacarmen Jun 4, 2010 10:04 PM

                          LOVE THAT!

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                          egging Jun 4, 2010 12:37 PM

                          My family shows love with food, so when I was studying for my Ph.D. comprehensive exam (with no time to cook and high stress levels), my Mother packed a whole trunk of homemade frozen food and drove it 12 hours to me. I had a whole semester of the best food in the world tucked away in the freezer, made even better with the knowledge that my family supported me.

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                          1. re: egging
                            Quine Jun 4, 2010 12:44 PM

                            Yes! Food is support; it is comfort. Food is very close to our emotional core.

                            let's share more!

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                            margib Jun 4, 2010 12:47 PM

                            My mom's original comfort food was a "barley doo" sandwich-cream cheese and jelly on toasted raisin bread. The piece de resistance was the melted frosting on the bread. She served it with Mrs. Grass's Chicken Noodle Soup.....not only did this pull me through numerous colds and ear infections, that and a day of t.v. game shows was a chief motivator behind many faked sick days from school.

                            1. Euonymous Jun 4, 2010 02:00 PM

                              When I was in college, I always looked forward to going home because I knew my mom would make a ham. Not one of those pre-sliced, honey roasted abominations, but a REAL HAM.

                              First time I went home and she served me a pan seared ham steak I was nearly heart broken.

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                                chitodc Jun 4, 2010 02:01 PM

                                Mom: After spending 6 weeks driving cross country, another day flying home, and another 8 hour drive after that, she made me breakfast for dinner. Soft scrambled eggs w/ cheese and chives, chicken apple gouda sausage, and sourdough toast with butter. She managed to take me from frazzled to cozy in less than 10 minutes.

                                Dad: After a bad breakup, from which I was sure I would never recover, on my first visit back home he had us make homemade lobster ravioli. We drank champagne and I thought maybe I would be ok.

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                                1. re: chitodc
                                  Quine Jun 4, 2010 02:12 PM

                                  The Healing of home food served by those who love you!

                                2. mariacarmen Jun 4, 2010 10:02 PM

                                  Coming home on rainy days for lunch in elementary school, i remember more than once having a toasted braunschweiger sandwich paired with a steaming bowl of Campbell's tomato soup. I've never replicated this, because it was something my mom did for me. She isn't a great cook, she isn't nostalgic about food, but that somehow always stuck with me. So comforting, never mind delicious! I'm a braunschweiger glutton since then.

                                  1. BeeZee Jun 5, 2010 09:27 AM

                                    In my mid-20's...lived about half hour away from my parents in a mostly gentrified neighborhood in Philadelphia...came down with the flu and couldn't eat. Mom and Dad drove in to town and brought me jello. Not packets, prepared jello. Some other stuff, also, I'm sure, but the prepared container of red jello sticks in my mind.

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                                      shadon Jun 5, 2010 02:26 PM

                                      Last summer, I had to have my thyroid gland removed due to cancer. My Mom came from the east coast to be with me for a week. She cooked for me and put up me while I sweated bullets before surgery (emergency surgery? Been there, done that. No problem. Planed surgery? UGH!). She made me some really good dinners that were perfect for me since I had a hard time swallowing for a week or two afterwords. Mom Rocks! Good thread...we need to remember all they do for us!

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                                        jeanmarieok Jun 5, 2010 03:05 PM

                                        My mom always makes me lasagna whenever I come home to visit (I moved 600 miles away 22 years and my whole adult lifetime ago). It's kind of a family joke, because whenever I visit, my siblings ask what night is lasagna night, and we plan a big family night around it.

                                        My husband's mom (we were highschool sweethearts) always makes him Christmas cutout cookies, even if we visit in July. He LOVES it. They just taste like her house, buttery and sweet with a faint (cigarette) smoky tinge. Might sound awful, but that's how they always have been. She's 88 now, and she mailed us a batch a few weeks ago - 100+ cookies lasted maybe 3 days.

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