My grandmother gave us all comfort
in the form of homemade noodle soups
and goulashes and stews;
and on a cold winter night, if you were
spending the night with Grandma, she
would make hot tea with lemon and honey
and some buttered saltine cracker.
Food, I realize,
was a form of comfort from my grandmother
and I have followed in her footsteps,
patterning my gift of comfort from
what is in the kitchen–
soups and stews and chowders
but especially hot tea
with honey and lemon
and those buttered saltine crackers.
How we give comfort
and how we receive it
can take many different forms,
but for me
it always starts in the kitchen.
Sandra Lee Smith
originally posted December 2, 2009
Updated August 15, 2018