It was once quoted of New Orleans:
"Winter never feels truly at home in New Orleans. An unwelcomed visitor that shows up long enough to remind us of what we're missing, then leaves us just in time for us to forget again."
- A Love Song for Bobby Long
The same can be said of Wilmington, which is one of the reasons I love it so much. I tolerate winter until New Years Eve, and then I am ready for spring. This year, the cold has been brutal, making me crave comfort food more than usual.
This past weekend, I went home to Charlotte for a birthday party. On Sunday, while the dogs and my nephew hung out by the fire, my mother and I spent some quality time cooking the ultimate "comfort food". The star of the show was fried chicken, which is the epitome of Sunday lunch at my parent's house. Over time, my sister and I have developed our own love of cooking and now when we are home, we all cook together.
My mom and I baked pecan pies for dessert. As a rule, pie should be enjoyed during lingering conversation at the dinner table. This fact, this tradition of dessert, makes pie of any variety, but especially pecan, the ultimate comfort food..... the thing that is eaten during heavy conversations and accompanied with loads of laughter.
