I love comfort food. Comfort food for me sometimes looks like a big bowl of fluffy white rice with beef and broccoli, or a warm bowl of vegetable broth and noodles though my current could-eat-this-everyday FAVORITEEEEEE is my mama’s Chinese Ginger Chicken Noodle (Mee Sua) Soup.
Other times though, the more “American” part of me craves for a grilled cheese sandwich with homemade tomato-ey vegetable soup, a cheese-avocado quesadilla, spicy homemade queso with chips and guacamole, or a perennial favorite, casserole of any kind with ooey-gooey perfectly browned and oozy melted cheese on top.
Please keep in mind that I’ve also just thrown up every meal for the last three months and have had to stay away from dairy so I hope it explains the cheese monster that woke up this morning and inhabited my body.
Or maybe we could just blame the sweet little awesome baby.
Let’s blame baby. 😛
I love new love, it is sick and nauseous and so dang adorable. It is the intoxicating can’t-live-without-you wonder fueled with the hard work of wanting to make the person you love to the moon and back beam from ear-to-ear. It is Yohan’s birthday this week, and it is the first time Catherine (his new fiance!) is celebrating with him. She called in a panic the week before, and then on Saturday night, and then again on Sunday morning.
She was worried about her surprise, if it was good enough, special enough, worthy enough. And I smiled, remembering J and I’s sweet firsts, that nervous anticipation of when you don’t quite know someone yet, but you do know that the smile he smiles when he’s so damn happy, makes all the butterflies in your tummy go into a frenzy. And you know, you just know, that you will chase this high for the rest of your life. You will spend the rest of your life making him this happy because your heart falls in love over and over again every time.