It had been one of those days where there had been long and mentally exhausting. The kind of day that makes me reconsider my position on retirement. Since I work from home, I like taking a few minutes to put my lunch together and on a good day sit by the window in the living room to eat it. It is a minor pleasure but it sets the tone for how I feel about my day and over time it impacts my mental well-being. This particular day I could not even recall what I had had for lunch and was thinking about what do do about dinner. In times of stress I auto-default to curd rice served warm. This is a fix that never fails to settle the mental upset I might be feeling. If that is not the definition of comfort food, then I don't know what is. My earliest memory of this dish goes back to childhood, a friend's mother who often served it if I showed up around lunch time to play with my buddy. A few years later, I replicated the dish on my own amazed by how simple it the process was. Fresh ou...
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