Last week, I was really missing Louisiana: the people, the food, the sense of family and home. I grew up there and while I haven’t spent my whole life there, I called it home for the past six years before moving back to Denver, Colorado, at the end of May.
So, like any good Louisiana girl, when I was missing all of the people and aspects of the local culture, I fried up some Louisiana catfish I had frozen and brought with me for such a time as this. And, oh, did it taste good! With each bite, I thanked God for the food and for the relationships I had formed during my years in Louisiana. I also asked Him to bless me with new family blessings and relationships with church family here.
And while I know God was the one bringing me comfort, I’d like to think He used the fried Louisiana catfish as a form of comfort on a plate and to my taste buds. What’s your favorite comfort food or what food holds strong family memories for you?
