Foods you never grow out of.

Milk and bread. I'm not even kidding. My mom used to make it (I love my mom. I really do. My mom has got to be the best person ever. Seriously, my mom is awesome, I love her.)

My mom would head up milk, and break of little pieces of homemade bread into a bowl, pour milk over it. And I'd eat that and feel like everything in the world was allright. She'd sometimes make us black milk which tasted GODLY -- basically warm milk with crushed, heated nuts. I think it was roasted sunflower nuts but it could have been almonds too. But it tasted like chocolate milk. It was awesome and sugary. And I love the texture of that bread.

I still make it. It's a treat, a kind of comfort food.

Jam it back in, in the dark.