WHEN the family eats out on a weekend, does it try something different from its daily fare? Has home-cooked fare become too familiar to be a choice for eating out? How then does one explain the proliferation and popularity of restaurants promoting “comfort food,” and not even disguising it as different from home cooking?
“Comfort food” is defined as something enjoyable, familiar, evoking nostalgia and inviting an unhealthy appetite for childhood meals. Back then, there were no concerns about healthy eating. What’s wrong with deep-fried pig knuckles finished off with ice cream topping a glass of sweetened yams and beans?
The flavors from long ago may be accompanied by memories of one’s low position in the totem pole of the kinship hierarchy. Was comfort food only available at parties of richer uncles in gated villages where one’s name is checked from a list of invited guests? (Yes, I’m his nephew.)
The now acceptable “healthy diet” for one’s present condition may consist of mushy items like oatmeal and porridge, seemingly pre-masticated, for easier passage. Does such a Spartan diet cry out for freedom… and comfort food? What better options than items that invite headshaking from those who run in place on a treadmill, just to look good? (Are you practicing intermittent fasting?)
Still, even home cooking as a way of nourishing the body may no longer be as routine as before, especially for solo dwellers and empty nesters. The kitchen with its ovens, large sinks, dishwashers, and closet space for frying pans has become inconvenient in the efficient and smaller condo unit. And who has time to cook for two people?
Comfort food is getting a makeover and bowing to the dictates of healthier nutrition. “Fusion” is changing even the way comfort food is plated and served. The guilty pleasures are served in smaller dishes and surrounded by green leaves and onion, like floral arrangements. Don’t look too hard for the crab fat — but it’s there somewhere, like a smear.
Without losing its native allure, comfort food standards like oxtail in peanut sauce or chicken and pork cutlets in vinegar and soy sauce are not served in a big bowl for digging into, “family style.” They are in small shallow dishes with the sauces served separately.
Let’s set aside the truly daunting comfort food like the entrails of a pig cooked in its own blood. Here, there is just enough sauce for covering the bottom of a small bowl. The accompanying rice cake balls are smaller and served in another dish. The black motif is accented with large green peppers which are also edible.
What about that quintessential nostalgic offering that used to be hawked in the street, the vendor shouting it out in an ascending vibrato, as he made his way through the non-gated neighborhood? This partially formed duck fetus, swimming in its amniotic fluids accessed by breaking the shell, sprinkling a little salt, and throwing the whole content down the gullet is part of the childhood experience. True, this delicacy was never home-cooked, but always home-bought, maybe by going online nowadays.
If it’s any comfort (pun intended) at all, home cooking is meant to be shared and thus prone to lots of leftovers. Over-ordering is a character flaw for comfort foodies. Of course, the food tastes even better after it is heated the next day, or even the day after. The vinegar flavor bites into the meat. Or is that the taste of spoiled food?
In our culture, “comfort” embraces a wide range of meanings.
The “comfort room” (CR) is a distinctive local designation for a place offering relief of a physical sort. If one uses this phrase abroad to ask for directions to the nearest loo, he is bound to be greeted with a puzzled look and be directed to the exit.
A “comfort letter” provides a quasi-legal assurance of a negotiation for an acquisition to move forward under certain terms and conditions, pending due diligence. The document involves a non-enforceable promise that things are proceeding well.
“Comfort zones” are functions or assignments that are carried out with confidence and minimal stress.
Anyway, comfort itself is often a temporary state. More frequent in its visitation is a stressful state… when comfort food seems to be the only solace. (Can I see the dessert menu please?)
Tony Samson is chairman and CEO of TOUCH xda.
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