Cravings...

Before I had been separated from my home for a significant amount of time, I never realized how important comfort food was to me. When I thought of traditional comfort food, it conjured images of cheddary mac n’ cheese, fluffy, buttery mashed potatoes, or a fat piece of layered chocolate cake. Because those types of foods have never played a big role in my diet or comfort for that matter, it didn’t really cross my mind that I would be craving foods like I am now. Although I still don’t miss those American mashers, it’s disgraceful to think about what I would do right now for a grilled veggie burrito or a salad roll with extra peanut sauce. In fact, I’ve been planning my first meal home for quite sometime, but unfortunately, my arrival time was postponed a few hours, and those great plans for Laughing Planet and Sweet Basil have gone out the window, which brings us the moral of our story. I was wondering if any of my five, oh-so-dedicated followers knew of a Mexican and/or Thai restaurant in Portland open late on Fridays (I’m thinkin’ I could make it if they’re open until midnight). If not, I’m sure could get my mommy to pick some up before she comes to the airport, but I think I’ll be wanting the stuff right out of the oven.