Comfort

Some things are uncomfortable. Like, sitting on scratchy couches and listening to people argue.

Some things are comfortable. Like, old jeans.

I’m sure there’s something to be said for getting a little uncomfortable sometimes. It probably forces you to learn and grow and shine and blossom. Or, whatever.

Still, sometimes it’s nice to put on some old raggedy-ass jeans and get comfortable.

Taking a break is important. It forces you to relax and regenerate so you can shine and blossom later.

Also, comfort can taste pretty freaking good.

Today, I had some comfort food.

Here’s what I had at the White Star Diner:

(Image stolen using the dark powers of the web from the Winnipeg Free Press)

Pulled Pork n’ Slaw:  Marinated in a dry rub, slow roasted, hand pulled and tossed with homemade BBQ sauce. Topped with signature southern style ‘slaw. 5.75

Impression: Sloppy. Goopy. Tasty. White Star’s pulled pork melts into the crisp ‘slaw. Wicked good. Grab a few napkins.

What made it? Sauce! I’m a sauce guy. Or, maybe, I’m a saucy guy. Either way, the homemade BBQ sauce on this sandwich was sweet and tangy and smoky and awesome. It smelled like backyard cookouts and laughing families and kids with food on their face.

Comfort.