During summers with my great-grandmother, I ate deer meat and government cheese and veg grown in the garden. I've had some very country club dinners at some very fance places, but when I think about comfort food… let's just say I asked a guy I know who hunts if he could kill a deer for me.
When I told my mother we were looking for "someone to clean," because nobody I know says "maid" or even "housekeeper," she responded, "Clean what? You're two adults." Which is both the problem and the solution.