Cliff and I went to breakfast yesterday morning. He ordered his usual.......grits, eggs over easy, bacon and white toast with butter. During the meal, I asked him if this was his comfort food. He asked me what that meant and I told him that it was, basically, food that made you feel good.
Cliff said, "That sounds like a bunch of psyche stuff, I don't do that."
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