Comfort In A Bowl

Ok so my youngest is sick and with that comes the cure all foods and drinks. Namely coke, saltines, ginger ale, in my house and also...pastina. yum. I don't think I ever had pastina any other time than when i was sick and is it pure comfort. So I made some for Shane and of course there was some extras that I willingly ate. Is it the salty buttery melty taste? Is it the fact that you eat it with a spoon? Is it that it is a pure unapologetic carb-o-rama?? Id say yes to all three. Who knows how many steaming hot bowls of this comfort pasta my mother fed to me as a kid. I was sick quite often and of course like any mom she knew all of what to do. Some thing as simple as putting a cloth napkin on the tray she served it on even made me feel better although I didn't even realize exactly why. The depth of comfort is immeasurable I think. It can range from obvious things like hugs, chocolate, and a warm robe, to less obvious ones like a song, an old sweatshirt and a faded well read book. Anyway here is a picture of my comfort in a bowl today. I must admit its been a long week and I'm not really sure why. But for a few minutes I had pure comfort in my heart.