I have always wanted to try one of those delicacies where the manufacturer has taken superb quality caviar and formed it into a bar that can be sliced and served on crackers. I finally found a source and I am going to try it. If I find it delectable I will share the information with you at a later date. In case you cannot wait, then just Google, “Caviar Slices” and see what you come up with. (Or you can use this link: https://www.calvisius.com/calvisius-lingotto-caviar/
Being an amatuer chef, I always appreciate a knife that is really sharp and I like one that looks distinctive also. I think I may have found what I am looking for —right here: https://aurachef.com/shop
Now, as always, I am obligated to tell you that I am not being compensated in any way by either of the companies or their affiliates that I have mentioned in the paragraphs above.
I find that cookies are my favorite comfort food. The ones that I am especially fond of are those lovely English shortbread things and any regular butter cookie. There is just something special about the taste of a good cookie and some really fine coffee when things go south. It is probably something is left over from my childhood. Whenever I would get hurt or heartbroken, Mom would always soothe my pain or grief with cookies.
I have discovered that being with old friends is comforting and soothing … unless the old friends are dead … and then that is a different story altogether.
It is very comforting to have a small piece of a really spectacular cake …. It is more comforting to have the whole thing.
Yes, there is something very comforting about death. I am spectacularly comforted by the fact that when I read about somebody passing away, I am comforted by the fact that it is not me.
The smell of shrimp being cooked is comforting … the smell of dead shrimp is not.
Fragrance is comforting if someone you care for is wearing it and you are close to them. Fragrance is not so comforting among the chronically unwashed. People used to tell me about my colognes, “You smell like a Whore.” I would always reply, “With me it is either flowers or cow shit. Take your choice.”
I have a tremendous appreciation for the comfort I receive from partaking of fine gourmet meals …. until I step on the bathroom scales.
During my alone times I am comforted by meditating on things eternal … and by fondling myself.