i was just thinking last night about giving comfort. everyone needs it sometimes and everyone needs a different kind. i'm the sort of person who wants to fork over just the right dose of comfort when someone i care for needs some. is it big warm hug, a cup of tea, a safe place to land, a good laugh or a sympathetic ear that's called for? i don't always know for sure but i do what i can.
when i found myself in need of a little comfort today i ended up in an old familiar place i hadn't been to in years. the long curved counter with the row of swiveling stools, the smell of coffee brewing and the gleam of the harvest gold vinyl upholstery calmed me the moment we walked thru the door.
we shared a side order of bacon and two styles of pancakes. the coffee (with real cream) tasted exactly as i remembered it. the magic of melting butter with a squeeze of fresh lemon and a spoonful of blackberry preserves worked as well as it used to.
it seems that every so often the right form of comfort presents itself at just the right moment. even when you weren't asking for it. the frustrations, anxieties and thwarted intentions melt away as someone you love passes you one of their potato pancakes and reaches across the table for a bit of the giant popover on your plate.
works for me.
dutch baby
potato pancakes