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Question of the Day (January 13, 2012)

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Question of the Day:

What's your favorite comfort food?




Today's 


 








will go to:
 
to my 16 year old self. 


My Distant Husband.
Don't we all wish we could go back and tell our 16-year old selves things?




Tootles!

Lots of warm hugs and love, free from me to you!

Comments

  1. Well as a lover of chocolate I have to say that is my all time favourite comfort food. One bar when I need a boost or a 2 bars if i'm feeling greedy lol. Nothing beats a good piece of chocolate :o)

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  2. So many foods... I think right now I'm going to go with pizza because the combinations are endless.

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    1. Mmmm, pizza is an excellent choice!! Thanks Michael.

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  3. No question here. My favorite comfort food is good thick homemade beef stew. Biscuits on the side and lots of creamy butter. I'm all good just thinking about it.

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    1. Yum! Soup is definitely a good comfort food. Thanks Jo!

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  4. Definitely chocolate. I am a recovering choco-holic!! I haven't had but maybe a few chocolately things since September-- and I allowed myself to have that around Christmas. I'm doing good though...but I sure MISS it!!

    Cheers, Jenn.

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    1. You can't get away from chocolate Jenn. Why are you TRYING? haha Definitely one of the best comfort foods ever! Thanks Jenn!

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