For the past few days, I've been leaving the house early in the morning and getting home at about ten p.m., pooped beyond human understanding. What does one do about eating in such a situation? In my case, I snacked around on vending machine food with the occasional cafeteria salad. Then, when I finally got home at night, I would end my day with the food that comforts me the most in times of stress - toast.
Toast is a benign presence, a comforting friend, so familiar and unthreatening. And it can be personalized to fit your needs, fancy or plain, sweet or savory. I like a good plain dry piece of wheat toast dipped in a glass of milk like a cookie when my emotions, or my stomach, can't take one more iota of excitement. Nothing can beat a nice hunk of buttered toast for an indulgence - better than a shoulder to cry on. I love cinnamon toast, too. Butter the bread first, toast it in the toaster oven, and sprinkle with cinnamon and sugar. Or sprinkle the cinnamon and sugar over the unmelted butter before toasting.
Need a little protein? Melt a piece of cheese on the bread in the oven. And as for jam, well, there's a thesis that deserves an in-depth exploration. But I'm having a bit of a post-emergency crash right now, so I'm off to take a nap.
When I wake up, maybe it'll be strawberry jelly...