Everyone has their version of comfort food, whether it be a tub of ice cream, a mug of hot chocolate or a whole box of pizza. In times of stress, illness or exhaustion, comfort food can serve as an emotional crutch to get you out of your funk.
But according to a new University of Minnesota study, published in the journal Health Psychology, comfort food may be nothing more than a placebo — and unnecessary calories.
I was tagged by the always awesome katnissdoesnotfollowback for the Everlark Drabble Challenge. The prompt is: “I think this is yours.”
Katniss was laughing at something Madge said when she suddenly felt a sharp tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she ran head on into Johanna’s amused gaze. “Hey, Jo.”
"Hey, yourself," Johanna’s grin widened as she gestured behind her. "I think this is yours."
He wore his widest smile, the one that reached all the way up to those sky blue eyes and brought out his dimples. His curls were mussed, like he’d continuously been running his fingers through them. He swayed visibly and then staggered toward her with his arms outstretched. “There she is,” Peeta slurred. “There’s my Katniss. I’ve been looking for you for the longest time.”
Ignoring Johanna’s muffled chuckles, Katniss braced herself as he slung an arm around her shoulder and dropped a sloppy kiss on top of her head. “Have you?” She questioned. “Well, here I am so you can stop now. Are you having fun?”
Peeta got sidetracked by her braid, running it through his fingers and flipping the end over the back of his hand like a paint brush. “You’re so pretty, Katniss. Isn’t she beautiful, Johanna? A lot of guys like her, you know, but that doesn’t matter because she’s mine and I’m hers.”
"Brainless is a hot ticket, Mellark," Johanna returned smoothly. "I wouldn’t kick her out of bed for eating crackers."
Peeta’s head lifted, eyes going wide as he stared at the petite brunette. “How did you know about the crackers?” He trailed off, distracted by the way the neon lights of the bar made shifting patterns on his skin. “Bad idea anyway, eating crackers where you sleep. It’s like sand…gets everywhere.”
Johanna lost it at that, laughing so hard that tears squirted from her eyes. “That’s it. I’m outta here. It’s been real, Blondie. Good luck with him, Kat.” She sauntered off, shoulders still shaking with suppressed giggles.
"You’re really are pretty, Katniss," Peeta echoed. "You don’t even know the effect you have. It’s like you’re….almost like you….you’re a flame!" He exclaimed. "You burn and glow and draw people to you like moths. They can’t help themselves."
A smile tugged at the edges of her mouth but she held it in as she steered him toward the door. Thankfully, he went along willingly. “We’re going home,” she told him softly. “Then we’re going to crawl under the covers and snuggle and I’m going to tell you all the reasons why I could live a hundred lifetimes and never deserve you.”
He planted his feet and refused to move another step. “That’s not true,” he told her adamantly. “We…we belong together. It’s…meant…we’re like those two idiots that got confused and ofted themselves. Julio and Roulette or something like that.” He cocked his head, obviously trying to remember if that was right. “Anyway, you and me…we’re star-crossed. We are. Nobody can tell me different.”
"I think so too," Katniss kissed his cheek fondly and then threaded her fingers through his as they made their way to the door. "Come on, Julio, let’s go home."
Can’t tell you how many times i’ve looked for my phone for 20 minutes before realizing its playing music through my sound system.
Chicken Soup for the Soul Publishing, LLC is now reviewing short stories for another “Chicken Soup for the Soul" title, this one on "Hope and Miracles" —special, wondrous events you’ve experienced that illuminated your life with hope and promise for a better future.
These first-person narratives can reveal the special situations, unpredictable circumstances, or divine intervention that led up to or triggered such hopeful events