With Thanksgiving less than two weeks away, lately I’ve been dreaming of crispy turkey skin, creamed greens, and casserole dishes heaped with buttery mashed potatoes. No, really: While I fed my son his bottle at 3am a few nights ago, I closed my eyes and immediately envisioned a pat of butter slowly melting on a fluffy, hot mountain of mashed potatoes. It was like my brain, sensing sleep-deprived nerves, switched off regular programming and conjured up the first “emergency: instant comfort” image it could find.
But as calming as that dream (fantasy?) may have been in the moment, I knew imaginary comfort food just wouldn’t cut it this week, as I found myself drowning in converging deadlines, minimal childcare, pediatrician appointments, and good old-fashioned, everything-that-can-go-wrong-will-go-wrong bad luck. So I brought in the big guns for pizza night: bacon, heavy cream, and dark winter greens. A fortifying, comforting, and rejuvenating trifecta. A creamy bacon pizza to chase away the darkest of doldrums.