A dinner with noodles in my house is not a rare occurrence, usually about two or three times a week, and this has been a constant thing for my whole life. Noodles remind me of a childhood full of loving family dinners, and that plants a sense of security in me. Raw noodles on the other hand, although seeming quite strange to eat, have become an avid addiction in my life. When I was little, my mother ate raw noodles right out of the noodle jar, and the habit quickly formed on me as well and still sticks with me today. Raw noodles are an easy snack to nibble on whilst I am doing simple things or, for example, writing a college essay (*crunch, crunch*). Noodles have been consistent in my family and my life for quite some time.
My comfort food is noodles because it has been a constant favorite for my entire life, and the memories that come along with it give me a sense of security. Whether it is a bowl of spaghetti for a family dinner or a handful of raw, crunchy elbow macaroni noodles, it is easily something that brings me much joy. No food will ever compare to the love that I have for my wonderful comfort food, noodles.