There are certain meals I always go back to when I want comfort. A big pot of soup simmering on the stove, pasta with way too much cheese, or even something simple like buttered toast and tea.

Comfort food isn’t about fancy recipes. It’s about nostalgia and warmth. I like meals that make the house smell good, that remind me of home, and that don’t require too much fuss. Cooking them becomes part of the relaxation.

Weekends feel cozier when there’s a comforting meal waiting, even if it’s just for me.