The term Comfort Food is rapidly becoming a 21st Century cliché, the last sacred vestige of unmarried 30 or 40 somethings; huge bars of chocolate being consumed by the kilo, offering a quick fix for the temporarily depressed, jilted girlfriends scoffing huge boxes of biscuits without any discernment: pink wafers, synthetic-flavoured compacted sawdust, cheap cupcakes that come in packs of 12, wrapped in silver foil; beleaguered, near-mutinous office workers decimating dried out, wrinkled pieces of meat of origin(s) unknown, kept warm in huge, greasy metal trays on supermarket deli counters, potato wedges no longer edible…proof that reconstituted food can serve a very definite purpose in this age of hyper-food awareness.
Before I became vegan, my own particular weakness was for tea and biscuits, which I would eat for breakfast, lunch, dinner, evening snack, mid-afternoon snack, post-hangover snack, whenever.
Whilst there is no excuse for this as a snack, there was something almost religious about the dunking of the biscuit into the holy golden liquid, freshly brewed tea, the quick transportation from drinking vessel to mouth and then the all-to-quick savouring as the mushy biscuit dissolves into nothing; as do the day
Traditionally to be served with nothing more than freshly grated (vegan) cheese, but if I feel that we need some additional vitamins, I will stir through some broad beans (removed from their little papery skins if not early in the season), a scorched red or yellow pepper chopped into small slices, sautéed courgette, stirred through the Risotto with some fresh peas or asparagus.