For the longest, the phrase “comfort food” for me was synonymous with my great grandmother’s chili, my mother’s lasagna, or my aunt’s chicken noodle soup. Nowadays, nothing seems to hit the spot and warm my soul like a great cheeseburger.
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For the longest, the phrase “comfort food” for me was synonymous with my great grandmother’s chili, my mother’s lasagna, or my aunt’s chicken noodle soup. Nowadays, nothing seems to hit the spot and warm my soul like a great cheeseburger.