My comfort food

Today I had one of those moment when I realise how much happiness can come from to food. I was eating my favourite food and for a few minutes, I was not thinking about anything else. I was just sitting there andy enjoying it. It sounds very normal, but honestly sometime this is all I need.

There is something different about eating your favourite food even before first fight, you already know that you are going to enjoy it. The smile makes you hungry and you start waiting impatiently for it to be ready. When it finally arrives, there is the small excitement that I cannot really explain.

The first fight is always the best. I do not know why, but somehow the first Feels like more satisfying than the rest. Maybe it is because I have been waiting for it. Once I tasted it, I immediately think yes, this is exactly what I wanted.

Sometimes I have my favourite food when I am having a good day as sometime. I have it when I am tired or irritated. Interestingly it works in both situation. On good days, it makes the day even better. On a bad day, it gives me some small to look forward to.

I also think food has a strange connection with memories. Certain dishes, remind me of particular places, people or moments. Sometime I smell something and immediately remember eating it somewhere years ago. I may not remember the exact conversation or what happened that day, but I remember the food. It is funny, how the mind worjs.

Another thing I like about favourite food is that I do not need a special occasion to have it, I can eat it on our ordinary afternoon just because I feel like it. There does not always have to be a reason for enjoying something. Sometimes I wanted it is a perfectly good reason.

Of course, there are times when the food does not taste as good as I expected, maybe it is too spicy, too cold or just prepared differently. There is always slightly disappointing. When you have been thinking about your favourite food for hours, and it does not taste right, it feels like a personal betrayal. Maybe that sounds dramatic, but it really does.

Today, everything was perfect. Food tasted exactly the way I wanted it to, I eat slowly at first, but then I become so involved in eating that I stopped caring about being slow. I did not take pictures or check my phone, I just enjoyed it.

I think we sometime make happiness more complicated than it should be. We wait for holidays, celebration or exciting plans. Small things are always give us reason to feel good. A favourite meal, a cold drink on a hot day or something sweet after dinner can be Enough.

Today reminded me that I should enjoy these little things without overthinking them. There is no big lessons here and honestly, there does not need to be one. I ate my favourite food, enjoy every bite and ended the day feeling happy. This is more than enough.