A couple weeks ago, I made a meal after church. He looked at me and said a little hesitantly, "Is it okay if I still eat one pb&j? I'll still eat some of your food."
I was kind of expecting this, so I told him I wouldn't be offended.
"It's my comfort food, y'know?" he replied.
I had to laugh at the irony because this is what I was serving.
Roast and cooked carrots.
Comfort food at it's finest.
Comfort food at it's finest.