Comfort food, round two! I don’t know about you, but I ate my feelings this week, and I ate them in the form of the most comforting foods that exist. I’m talking soup, pasta and, perhaps the greatest comfort food of all time, bread pudding. Eating bread pudding is the food version of getting a really strong hug, or wearing a Snuggie, or having a purring cat on your lap. It might even be all three at the same time. I prescribe bread pudding for breakups, deaths and especially mind-boggling election results.
