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A little while ago, in a moment of mild hunger and major nostalgia, I turned to the oracle of our age – Facebook – and asked a question:
What was your childhood comfort food?
Not the Sunday roast or Grandma’s seven-hour stew, but the humble, often slightly odd snacks that brought comfort after a hard day at school or a fall off your bike. The foods that soothed grazed knees and bruised egos. The ones you could make yourself if you were tall enough to reach the toaster.
And goodness, did you lot deliver.
Responses flooded in from all over the world, offering a veritable smorgasbord of culinary comfort. As someone whose childhood tastebuds were largely defined by beans on toast and anything that came in a tin, I was both delighted and a little overwhelmed by the sheer variety – and occasional madness – of what people considered a ‘snack’.
I’ve tried to make sense of it all by grouping them into themes. Consider this a global buffet of nostalgia, served with a large helping of affection and more than a dash of cultural charm.
The Bread and Butter of It All
Let’s start with the basics: bread.
If childhood comfort food has a universal foundation, it’s a slice of bread, usually hot, usually buttered, and almost always made to feel like a hug.
In the UK, we had buttered toast, banana sandwiches, and marmite soldiers, often with the crusts cut off by someone who loved you. One friend confessed to enjoying Weetabix with jam and butter (no milk, thank you very much). Another mentioned crisp sandwiches – a rite of passage for any British child left unsupervised for more than ten minutes.
Meanwhile, in the Netherlands, childhood meant hagelslag – toast topped with chocolate sprinkles – which sounds like something dreamed up by a six-year-old and immediately approved by an exhausted parent. The Italians went for bread with fresh tomatoes, olive oil and basil, while in Morocco it was sfeinje, their version of a doughnut, deep-fried and generously sugared.
Closer to home, we had one contribution from a friend in Grenada: bakes and cocoa tea, a breakfast staple there that frankly sounds much more glamorous than my usual cornflakes and orange squash.
Eggs, Glorious Eggs
Eggs, it seems, are the international language of comfort.
There was “eggy bread” in Britain (also known to the rest of the world as French toast – though don’t tell the French), chopped egg in a cup in Scotland, omelettes in onion or cheese varieties across Asia, and even microwaved scrambled eggs in a mug, which feels both practical and slightly anarchic.
A friend from Hong Kong offered up egg tarts and pineapple buns with butter, while another, from France, shared pain perdu – stale bread soaked in milk and egg, then pan-fried in butter. (In other words: eggy bread, but with flair.)
Toast… with Extras
If toast is the canvas, what we put on it speaks volumes.
There was cheese and Marmite, cheese and jam, cheese and Worcestershire sauce, and my personal favourite, cheese and whatever’s in the fridge. There were fish finger sandwiches, spaghetti hoops on toast, and tinned ravioli that probably violated the Geneva Convention, but made us feel warm inside.
One brave soul confessed to instant mash with pickled red cabbage – a combo I can only assume was born of desperation or genius. Possibly both.
And then there were the Australians, with their Vegemite on toast, often combined with cheese, which – while divisive – is undeniably iconic.
Sugar, Spice and Questionable Choices
Of course, no childhood is complete without sugar – usually added with an enthusiastic hand and no adult supervision.
We had bread with butter and sugar, banana sandwiches (again, this time with condensed milk), Ready Brek with extra sugar, and the wonderfully retro Angel Delight – a mousse-like dessert that defied science and logic, and still holds a place in many hearts and freezers.
From Latvia came rye bread with cucumber, which I suppose is refreshingly virtuous – though I was more taken with the idea of rhubarb dipped in sugar, which I imagine doubles as a snack and a face-puckering endurance test.
Canadians, naturally, had hot buttered popcorn, while Americans gave us grilled cheese sandwiches, peanut butter and jelly, and tater tot hotdish – a casserole involving beef, peas, cheese, and tater tots. I assume this is eaten while watching baseball or fending off a snowstorm.
Soups, Slops and Spoons of Joy
Then there was a category best described as “things in a bowl.”
Heinz cream of tomato soup came up again and again – sometimes with bread, sometimes with cheese, and occasionally in a mug with a swirl of cream if you were feeling fancy.
Rice pudding with nutmeg, mashed potatoes with scallions and butter, and even creamed chicken on toast made appearances. And yes, someone genuinely admitted to enjoying bread torn into soup and mushed about with a spoon – and insisted they still eat it at the age of 64. No judgement here. Just admiration.
A World of Love, One Snack at a Time
What I found most touching about this whole experiment was the sheer diversity of responses, and the similarity of sentiment.
Whether it was a bowl of Milo, a slice of bread dipped in bacon fat and sprinkled with brown sugar, or onigiri from Japan, the message was clear: comfort food is less about cuisine, and more about care.
It’s about the thing your dad made when your mum was out. The snack your grandma gave you with a wink and a napkin. The dish you made for yourself when you were learning to be grown-up but still needed to feel small.
These foods connect us – across cultures, generations, and taste preferences. They remind us that comfort is universal. And that, sometimes, the simplest bite can bring the biggest joy.
So thank you – all of you – for sharing your memories. I’m now emotionally full, and very nearly physically full too. I may never look at a slice of toast the same way again.
And if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to make myself some beans on toast. With grated cheese, because I’m fancy like that.
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