a new definition of comfort food.....

When I was little, a major treat at Grandma Lily's was sliced fresh fruit, especially berries or bananas with a major dollop of sour cream. I can remember sitting with her in the kitchen of her apartment, blissing out over the treat as she sipped a glass of hot tea. (always a glass for some reason, as I recall. Never a cup.) I cannot look at a container of sour cream and not think of her and the filtered sunlight coming in through the kitchen window. She had the most amazing smile and a gentle loving laugh.

I just finished lunch at my desk. It's easily 50 plus years since the afternoon I'm remembering now. The sour cream is now Fage Greek yogurt, today spooned over blueberries and blackberries I snagged at the green grocer the other day on special. How can you say no to $1 per basket? Along with it was a pot of Earl Grey freshly brewed and mellowed with a bit of milk.

I feel nourished, sated, and more importantly reminded of the love I so fondly remember from an afternoon long ago. Thinking of it, Bubbie was not much older then, than I am now.