Comfort food creates memories that warm the heart.

Food is our love language and comfort food creates memories that warm the heart.


My family loves food. All of us. I think we secretly mistrust anyone who does not. We love to eat it, shop for it, prepare it, discuss it, and plan for future meals while still in the middle of one. Food is even a gift of choice. As a teenager, I had the chance to visit Paris and returned home with a wheel of camembert and a small tin of foie gras for my father and he welcomed these gifts as if they were precious stones. Is it any wonder that when winter becomes bleak, I turn to the comfort food memories to keep me warm?


Winter blues be gone!


After the glow and warmth of the Holiday table, the following days can seem rather dark and gloomy. The winter in Canada is long and cold. While most dietitians and nutritionists frown on the concept of “food as comfort”, I wholeheartedly embrace it. This might explain the few extra pounds that make a sudden appearance in mid-February.

When the weather is foreboding, I turn to my comfort food memories for instant warmth.


My food memories’ journal was started when, having depleted the batteries on both my kindle and iPod and faced with a few more hours to kill before boarding a plane back home, I started jotting down all of my favourite food memories.


My earliest comfort food was a breakfast dish cooked by my maternal grandmother, my beloved, saintly Teta Teeta (‘teta’ is the informal word for grandmother in Arabic).


She would fry vermicelli in butter until they lightly browned, and then she would place them in a shallow bowl to which she would add warm milk and sugar. She poured just enough milk to submerge the noodles but not so much as to make them soupy. The smell of the sugar and the milk and the chewiness of the noodles were a perfect mix.  Equally comforting was listening to one of her stories while I ate my breakfast.


This dish was not an everyday staple but a happy indulgence and not dictated by a set schedule. I never figured out when Teta decided it was a day for vermicelli and milk but it set the mood for the rest of the day. Maybe this was her clever and delicious way of ensuring I was getting my calcium fix as I was never a milk drinker!


I always wondered if other Egyptian grandmothers made this dish but as far as I can tell, this seems to have been a family tradition, I could be wrong of course.


I would love to hear about one of your food memories, leave me a comment, and don’t forget the recipe 🙂


In Christ,



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After graduating with a Major in Journalism, Mireille’s career path took an unexpected turn away from her beloved pen and paper. It took an equally unexpected turn of events for Mireille to start writing again.After spending many hours (too many!) watching super hero cartoons with her son, she realized that most Christian children are unaware of their superpowers!She set about creating the SuperHolies: the Fruits of the Holy Spirit re-imagined as superpowers to grab the children’s attention and teach them about their faith and its glory.

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