Mmm,comfort food!

I've been out of action lately(sniffle,snort). I was helping my youngest move and caught the cold of all colds fom the babies.
So, needless to say, I went in search of comfort food. Made chicken soup. It was good, but not "it". Apple pie? close, but only rated third heaven, not seventh. What finally soothed the surly beast? Arroz con pollo! Almost as good as my teenage memories of Panama. MMMM! except for the secret red sauce I used to get at the roadside stand, exactly the same flavors. Mission accomplished,I am comforted!! Only problem now is it kicked off another whole set of yearnings for things like fresh coconut,plantain,a nice big hunk of sugar cane freshly hacked from the field with my very own machete (while keeping a sharp eye out for any errant ferdelance snakes)....Oh, yes I did have a point to make...long story short, most of these cravings I could assuage fairly easily with a trip to the market, if I could stick to the mundane things that are actually imported to the U.S. But could I? Oh no, not me. I have to crave something that, as far as I have been able to determine, grows nowhere on earth but Panama. Guinups! The closest thing I can compare them to is a key lime that is creamy and silky inside and sweet at the same time it's sour and tangy, and I am positively drooling just thinking about them. Some of my happiest memories are when I was perched 10 feet off the ground on a guinup tree limb with a book in my hands.(OK, most of my good memeories involved books) I can even feel the tropical breeze, smell the frangipani,and hear the hum of the jungle. ....so back to the point...
I want comfort. I like to give comfort,too. Which is why I finally finished my mothers "radiation shawl", and as soon as I figure out how to post the pics you can see it too. I'm extremely pleased with it. As much because I actually finished it, as that it's soft and comfely (comforting and snuggly morphed together) and beautiful in spite of the mistakes in it. And because it will warm and comfort Mom; who taught me the meaning of "comfort" and who spent many hours of my childhood making sure I felt loved and cared for. ...to put it mildly. It's a hug when I can't be there for her, and every stitch, perfect or not, was made with love in it. Enjoy, Mom!
Hopefully, I can get some pics of some of the other things I've made,too. Might be a little difficult since my camera decided to die on me. How is it possible to work fine last time I used it and suddenly it says I have a bad flash card? I swear I didn't leave it on the TV or anything. I thought maybe I had too many pics on it, so I loaded them all on the computer (no problem) and tried again. Nope..still "bad'. The card is"good" enough to load, but too "bad to take more pics? I give up, I admit I'm technologically challenged......and I think I need some more comfort.....