Blogging five days a week is a real drag.
Aren’t you all sick of my blog? I’m sick of my blog.
We got back to Canada today. I could go on and on about how bloomin’ cold it is here, or how I miss the green winter lawns of my home state, or I could talk about That Baby some more…but it would be redundant, really. We all know I thrive in Mesa; we all know I enjoy green grass; and we all really know I love That Baby more than I ever thought I would be able to love any human child.
But I won’t bore you with it all over again.
I realised something on my long drive up to Canada. During the winter, I’ve noticed a lot of cooking blogs post recipes for “comfort food.” Dishes like beef stroganoff, vegetable stew, and piping hot lasagna are supposed to take us back to “the good ol’ days” and make us forget all our cares (like snow tires and frozen windshield wiper fluid).
I have always totally believed in–and supported–the notion of comfort food. And I got to thinking on the drive up to the north country, as I flipped through songs on my iPod while scanning a cooking magazine, “Aha! Comfort music!”
Comfort music. Songs, albums, or playlists that we’ve known forever, or that got us through a particularly hard time (read: and icy-cold Canadian winter). For example, my dear friend Chelsie sent me a mix of songs two years ago when I was living here in Canada (before I knew I’d really be living here in Canada someday). It was the perfect blend of Relient K, Rent, Wicked, and random Canadian songs; I listened to it over and over and over, and I have no doubt that I might’ve not survived being so far from home without it.
That’s comfort music.
And Billy Joel–pretty much every song he ever wrote is comfort music to me. I was introduced to his musical genius back in seventh grade, and since then, there has never been a time when I haven’t embraced his music [unlike various “it” bands, like the Backstreet Boys and Britney Spears, who came and went faster than any kid could get through high school].
If you don’t have any comfort music, get some. I am convinced that comfort music is an absolute necessity for these winter months–every bit as important as scarves and touques and chicken noodle soup. If you haven’t heard Piano Man by Billy Joel–hear it. Borrow it as your own comfort music until you find your own.
And if you already know what comfort music means to you…do tell.