In this fine example of mind boggling hyperbole ridden drivel, Rocco DiSpirito seems bent on proving that the term "comfort food" is the cudgel of choice for braining a jello teddy bear. Here's a sample (click the link if you are having a bad day and want to make it worse)
On the happy days, we don't think about the foods that comfort us.
We need them less then, I suppose.
We all know how powerful food can be.
It entertains and absorbs us; it can even be transcendental and has the power to heal.
We all have memories of emotional boo-boos that were made better with a dish our moms made.
They're called comfort foods for a reason -- they soothe and reassure both palates and souls.
Kind of make you wanna drool, doesn't it?