I have very early memories of feeling comforted by food. I remember the cold, snowy December days helping to dig the car out of the driveway with a shovel twice my size then throwing my boots off in a warm house taking in the aroma of hot chocolate with marshmallows. Winter weekend lunches after a hard morning of tobogganing were often Campbell’s mushroom or tomato soup with Premium Plus crackers, Lipton’s chicken noodle soup, or grilled cheese with Kraft singles and white br