Every time I hear someone waxing romantic about winter, I cringe.
Early long nights, frequent bad weather, concomitant vile driving conditions and biting winds make me — and, I suspect, many of us — miserable. It can feel like one long, dark, bleak tunnel.
I know what I need to prevent my spirits from sagging.
I want bright colors: red, yellow, green, orange, anything that offsets gray skies. I want those colors to brighten my life, and I want the same from my food.
I want big, deep flavors. No light citrus or the sweet acidity of my favorite fresh-from-the-garden tomatoes for me. Gone is the gazpacho I sought all summer. I want the intensity of a meaty fond at the bottom of the stew pot, the perfect balance of a beefy carbonnade served over a bed of buttered noodles, the complexity of a chile-rich red pork posole garnished with shredded cabbage, radishes and cilantro.
I want lots of fat and lots of protein — the fat to satisfy me and the protein to hold me over until the next meal. Now that we no longer demonize fat and cholesterol is no longer the bad guy, we can afford the luxury of something rich and filling on a cold night. Cheese fills the bill here, because, as everyone knows, cheese makes everything better. Americans ate nearly 40 pounds of cheese per person last year, so a lot of people must agree with me.
"Comfort food" often means it's going to be relatively bland, filling and familiar, something that we loved as children. We may well love exotic flavors and unexplored cuisines as adults today, but when it comes to comfort food, we want something we find completely commonplace.
But comfort food can't comfort the cook if he or she has spent all day laboring in the kitchen. So, in my book, comfort food should be relatively quick and easy to prepare, one-pot prep if possible, and from kitchen to table in under 30 minutes — or be able to cook quickly in an electric pressure cooker or all day in a slow cooker.