in dire need of some comfort cooking

when i moved to florida in 2001, i spent about a month, living off restaurant food and meals in boxes, then i discovered the faberware outlet and in one weekend i’d spent an obsecene amount of money on pots and seasonings from the fresh market. on my way out of the fresh market the cashier wanted to know if i was buying for a restaurant, when i told her no, she wanted to know when she could come over for dinner. on sunday i went down to the winn dixie and bought a chicken, came back home cleaned the bird and seasoned the hell out of it, coated it with ground nuts, stuffed it with raisins and cherry tomatoes. i can’t remember what else i cooked but i do remember the smell of my first home cooked meal in my apt, i wish i could cook now, i’ve had a truly horrendous day and nothing would relax me more than to prepare dinner.