I’ve read about southern towns from authors like (my favorite) Joshilyn Jackson where ladies in the community keep a covered dish in the freezer to give away when someone moves or has a baby.
I haven’t lived in a place like that, but I’ve usually had the wisdom to keep an emergency meal on hand, especially when the kids were at home. I also tried to be ready for a “house meal.” They didn’t love casserole, but it’s a icon of comfort food for me. My mom usually cooked healthy, so tuna casserole was the most decadent thing I remember.
When our dog had to be put down last summer, I scrapped dinner plans and went to the store to make one. This isn’t a cooking blog so I won’t bore you with the recipe, but that night I made enough for two, and stuck one in the freezer.
I decided I didn’t want to be caught off guard again…in case I needed to drown my sorrow in cheesy noodles. For the last nine months I tried to always keep one on hand.
And then I realized one day, that I have never kept a bottle of champagne in my cupboard.
I was living with the expectation of sorrow and scarcity–instead of hopefulness and joy.
You can see my new bottle waiting for me while my kombucha ferments behind it.
I want the reminder to live in anticipation, but I will use it and replace it rather than let it become a dusty decoration.
Are you more likely to keep a proverbial tuna casserole or bottle of champagne on hand?
That’s actually a great point!
I love the concept.
I guess I do keep a box of Cheese Itz on hand in case of emergencies…but they’re for either type of emergency.
What does that mean? I’m equally prepared for both hardships and celebrations? Or I just really like Cheese Itz…
That’s just practical. Cheese Itz are essential
I suppose we prepare for what we expect. I would like to think I expected many reasons to celebrate. So…to Costco I go to pick up a case of something fun! Thanks for the reminder! Now I need some parameters of what constitutes a reason to celebrate!!
Yeah, I have to watch out for that.
What about a comfort frog? Instead of eating it, I watch it eat bugs? So incredibly therapeutic. And warty. They make me hoppy. I mean happy. Ha.
You’re so silly!