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Comfort Food

Although I’m not a bona fide foodie, I like to eat, I like to cook and I like to try new things. Epicurious is bookmarked on my computer and I have three shelves of cookbooks. We do have some standard meals that we repeat two or three times a month, but we’re always eager to innovate.

Every once in a while, however, I yearn for a meal from my childhood and the other night I gave in. On the menu: Meatloaf, spinach and baked potato. Sure, I had to make breadcrumbs for the meatloaf from gluten-free bread (not a problem I had in my childhood) and yes, I created a new topping of ketchup and brown sugar. But that meal could have been served in my home at 6547 Bartlett Street in Pittsburgh sixty-five years ago.

There would have been differences though. My mom would have included an appetizer, the table would have been covered with a tablecloth and the dessert would have been homemade apple pie.


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