Cooler weather awakens desires for comfort foods, opera
When I was in middle school, my family loved going to the opera. On one occasion, I even missed the last two hours of my tenth grade history class so that we could travel to Houston to see Bizet’s Carmen. But while other opera aficionados sipped cocktails and dined at elegant restaurants after the performances, my family always went straight for the comfort foods. We must have made quite the sight, digging into steaming platters of green beans and cheese-laden squash casserole in our finery, our rolled-up programs and opera glasses temporarily forgotten on the seats next to us. I don’t know how the tradition started, but I grew up associating Puccini’s arias with the soaring notes of candied yams and lofty yeast rolls. To this day, as the weather cools off, I remember those days at the opera and long for twice-baked potatoes and creamy cheese grits.