This is going to sound very weird, but the perfect comfort food for me is a big bowl of mashed potatoes. No gravy, no sides, nothing. Just mashed potatoes. I have no idea how they became a comfort food. Maybe I was having a bad day in-utero and my just happened to have some mashed potatoes. I was forced to eat them through my little umbilical cord and vwalla! Like nip to a cat, I was hooked. I suspect that explanation is because I’m tired. Either way, the answer is mashed potatoes. It’s not a comfort food I go to often, but it’s my favorite one.