The actual substance of comfort food might differ from family to family, but the urge to eat it is, I believe, pretty universal at this time of year. The nights are drawing in, the children at run-up-to-half-term tiredness levels. Folks all around us coughing and sneezing. Who couldn't use a food related hug? For us, tonight, it comes courtesy of a baked apple.
These fine specimens are currently residing in the oven, cored, filled with a few raisins, a squeeze of orange juice over them to moisten the dried fruit and then anointed with a dot of butter and a tiny sprinkle of demerara sugar.
Not really a recipe - the finest comfort food doesn't require one. There is no need to refer to a book or to weigh and measure. Comfort food is never about challenging flavour combinations or cheffy techniques. It should be as simple to make as it is to eat. Dippy egg and soldiers, baked potato with oodles of butter, crumble. They'd all make it onto my list. Yours?