One of my closest and oldest friends I have known since we were in elementary school is Indian. We would usually hang out at her house and one of the meals her mom made a lot was dal.
I was always so excited to eat at her place, her mom would make us up plates and would always offer extras and I always felt so loved. Anytime I have dal I feel so warm inside and comforted like a child. My relationship with my friend and her family is still so strong despite not seeing each other often.
Indian food of any kind (whether its homemade, store bought, or from a restaurant) remains my main comfort meal, but nothing compares to her mothers cooking and the conversations we would have while eating ๐ซถ
