Perhaps the enjoyment of comfort food—seeking out solace with knife, fork and spoon—is more warranted than ever. We have the growing morass of Washington politics within The New Disarray as pathological as urinary incontinence as some Americans grapple with the likes of the threats to put an end to climate control policies, the EPA agency and the standards it protects, cannulating immigrants to what amounts to exile and even the department of Education is under the gun as the new leader-to-be of the free world takes an ax to all that we’ve been used to for decades in the name of shaking up the establishment like a deadly virus. Or was it all a fatal scam to get elected?
That’s why I may turn to my favorite palliatives–butter, cream, sugar, flour, beef, poultry, anything sweet, pastry–loading up on carbs and the like, at least for a while as classic comfort food fills my fantasies. I’m even renewing my penchant for Dunkin Donuts.
The basic beef pot roast
