Comfort food

I had a lovely dinner today. One of those dinners where you think about it and smile. Not because of the ambience, or necessarily of the pple you had dinner today. Because of a particular dish, a dish that went down as smooth as butter, a dish where you could not dip your fork into quickly enough. A dish that titillated your tongue, your nose, your body. It was not at a fancy restaurant. It was at California Pizza Kitchen, a restaurant chain. It was lovely because of a particular appetizer they have which I'm NUTS about- spinach and artichoke dip. Or more specifically, very warm spinach and artichoke dip smothered in white cheese. Oh yes. It was sooooo good. I consider that my comfort food.