It's been a rough 24 hours. My emotions are in an uproar. I'm caught with one foot in the past and one foot in the present. I can't stop the tears but I won't let them fall. Days like this (although, to be honest, I’ve never had a 24 hours quite like the 24 hours I’m going through now), I turn to comfort food. Unfortunately, I’m at work and unable to get to the Mexican restaurant whose steak flautas and fried ice cream bring me great comfort. However, because this is such a painful time for me, I turned to the ultimate in comfort food….Irish food. Bangers and mashed to be exact.
Did it help? For the moment. I was so lost in the experience of the soft, lightly fried, mild flavored bangers and the mashed potatoes made as only the Irish can, that the pain I was feeling was numbed, if only for a brief hour.
I’m so very sad. I’m so very broken. And I’m in desperate need of some comfort.
Maybe it’ll be Mexican food for dinner after all.
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