Does there exist for you a single food that can reliably improve your mental state? That wholly encompasses the textural, sensual, soothing joy of eating? That gives you a shred more faith in human whimsy and capability?
For me, this food is bucatini pasta. You know, the long, thick spaghetti with a hole down the middle. So named from the Italian word "bucato," meaning pierced, bucatini were literally engineered to cook evenly (inside and out simultaneously) and capture sauce — a thought I find endlessly comforting.
