comfort food

Love sucks, that's why we brought pizza: a look at what's playing this week on Sundance Channel

Article: Love sucks, that's why we brought pizza: a look at what's playing this week on Sundance Channel

As the icy fingers of Winter continue to creep up on us it’s time to stay in, bundle up and get cozy – and what better way to add on layers of warmth than with your favorite comfort food? Read our resident food blogger Zach Golden expound on the feel-goodness of feel-good food, and then tune into a month of Love Lust episodes that celebrate the art of chowing down with tonight’s episode, “Comfort Food.”

The Sundance series continue all week long, but that doesn’t mean our film lovers are getting the short end of the programming stick. On Wednesday night we’re showing Joe Maggio’s 2008 PAPER COVERS ROCK, the first film in a planned ten-part series inspired by Krystof Kieslowski’s “Decalogue.” Later that night, Catherine Deneuve stars in Andre Techine’s 2009 GIRL ON THE TRAIN, which follows two families brought together by a seemingly inexplicable event. Then on Thursday, love stinks with I HATE VALENTINE’S DAY (2009), which follows newbie filmmakers, and ex-bf/gf duo Daryl Wein and Zoe Lister-Jones’ BREAKING UPWARDS, the not-at-all-bad-for-$15k indie film hit of 2010…

Comfort food: Feel less awful

Article: Comfort food: Feel less awful

So the phone company just called to say your girlfriend or boyfriend is breaking up with you. You could cry (expected and unsightly), get wasted and bang someone you’re nearly 100% sure isn’t your ex. You could start an underground cat fighting ring, or you could eat some comfort food.

While the first two options may seem like a viable way to cope with bad shit, comfort food seems to be the popular choice. Something in our brain tells us to fuck the diet we’ve been on and eat fried chicken. Or meatloaf. Or, if you’re a real life Cathy cartoon, a whole tub of ice cream. Because comfort food is the shit that reminds of us of our childhood, when our problems were relegated to not being tall enough for awesome roller coasters, the crusts not being cut off our sandwiches (“Goddammit Ma, I don’t know how many time I have to tell you…”) and those fucking annoying childproof pill containers.

Comfort food is a hug from the inside that says “Hey, I’m gonna fatten you up and contribute to your low body image, but just tonight – and probably tomorrow if you’re a slow healer – everything is gonna be alright.”

When I was a kid my mom would make lamb shanks, but that shit takes all day, so I made…