For me, comfort food isn’t just something that warms me up from the inside out, or gives my stomach that satisfyingly fuzzy feeling: It’s something that evokes good memories. As a recipe developer, I tinker with all sorts of classically comforting dishes involving cheese, carbs, cream, or a combination of all of those things. But it’s not what I crave when I’ve had a long day — or, in the name of 2020, a long year.
Like so many people, I spent the last year baking loaves upon loaves of sourdough and tackling other complicated cooking projects, but they didn’t bring me the solace I was seeking. As is often the case, the answer to my problem was much simpler.