I'm back in Boston after a trip out of town to help my parents move. It's a gloomy, rainy, raw day here in New England and I'm planning on comfort food for dinner.
It's not quite the organic, free range, local food I am pretty much obsessed with, but sometimes you just have to go with the thing from your past that you associate with being taken care of. And since making a chocolate cake and eating the whole darned thing isn't on the agenda for tonight, tuna casserole it is.
It's the culinary equivalent of flannel pants and fuzzy slippers. Comfortable, easy, casual.
Dinner in about an hour. There will be plenty to share. Bring a bottle of wine. And a chocolate cake would be good.