It’s got to be closer to 10 years for me but I still have occassional cravings for 'em. Please tell me it sucked and you were deeply disappointed and completely unsatisfied by the entire experience.
If I feel like going out: Pizza.
If I don’t feel like going out: M&Ms.
These days, most likely microwave popcorn.
Used to be: Dinty Moore Beef Stew with as much stuff out of the spice cabinet as I can add and still taste it, like oregano, thyme, onion flakes, Worcestershire sauce, A-1 sauce, Heinz 57 sauce, Tabasco, vinegar and such. These days, it’s just the stew and some random seasonings.
I have developed a taste lately for Drumsticks!
You know what? Sure, it tasted good while I was eating it, but an hour later I was still hungry (!!) and wound up making some oatmeal. Plus, I felt kind of gross afterwards. 
So, yeah, I actually would use the word “unsatisfied.” Maybe it was just grief fueling my appetite, but I don’t see doing that again any time soon.
Same here. If I’m in a funk, I don’t really want food, and no food can make me feel better. To me, “comfort food” is nostalgic food, not food that actually gives me emotional comfort.
I’ve been eating these, but not as comfort food. I must have two or three a day to fulfill the dairy portion of the food pyramid. 
Check. Concur with the purpose. Gnarly looking stuff, too.
For me it can fill both roles -
Chicken: roasted, or (if I’m feeling particularly vulnerable) fried!
Yeppers, that’s it for me. Slightly less milk and butter-lie substance, but add grated cheese. 
I eat it about once a month.
My only bad thing is that I can’t stop eating it until i eat the whole package.
Popcorn, made on top of the stove, with real butter melted all over it. With a diet Dr. Pepper, and followed by a candy bar (usually M&Ms or Reese Peanut Butter Cup).
I don’t know that I can pinpoint just one. There’s no ritual… though it’s usually something I wouldn’t eat in my regular life. Buttered pasta with parmesan comes to mind, as does buttered popcorn.
What I always want to eat when I’m home again after traveling, though, is my homemade bibimbap. Bowl of rice topped with two flash-fried eggs, green onion, sacha, cock sauce, and furikake. God that’s good when I just want to eat whatever the hell I want to eat.
Campbell’s chicken and rice or chicken and stars soup right out of the can.
You’ve helped me remember another couple from childhood:
Junket Fudge Mix in a box that we had to fix up, but it didn’t take long on the stove top.
Frozen cookie dough that we didn’t waste time cooking!
A special treat I loved as a child (but no longer eat) was sugar bread. White Wonder bread, butter, and refined sugar poured on top. Geez, a mom would be reviled and run out of town if she fed that to her kids today. 
Oh gosh, when I lost my mom I ate a whole box of those things in one night. And not a small box either. Aside from ice cream I also crave doughnuts when stressed. Preferably chocolate iced and stuffed with custard or jelly.
Depends on the type of comfort I need…
If I’m sick, and it’s a cold, dreary day? Campbell’s tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich (white bread, American or cheddar cheese.) And ginger ale. That’s what my mother would fix when I was little and sick and the weather was dreary.
If it’s hot weather and I’m sick, cheap ass popsicles - the ones that come in the plastic tube. And ginger ale.
If I just need some emotional comfort, something high-fat and creamy and savory - homemade mac & cheese, a bowl of cheese grits, mashed potatoes, that sort of thing.
If it’s that time of the month? Something salty and crunchy and high in fat. Potato chips, usually.
If I’m feeling nostalgic, a seriously Southern, mostly-vegetarian meal: In the fall and winter, mustard greens and cornbread and a baked sweet potato. In the summer time, fresh corn and sliced tomatoes and field peas and fried squash or okra with cornbread, and peach cobbler for dessert. Or a tomato sandwich (on squishy cottony white bread) if I’m pressed for time. If tomatoes aren’t in season and I don’t have time to cook? A Krispy Kreme doughnut or two (or maybe 3… or 4,) with a cup of black coffee.
When I’m seriously depressed, I don’t eat. The vain part of me is a little nostalgic for the Bad Old Days when my pants size was a single digit! :smack:
OMG I’d completely forgotten about sugar bread!! 
A good grilled cheese sandwich and Campbell’s tomato soup for dipping.
Ah, the good old days, when sugar wasn’t a four-letter word. We had Sugar Smacks and Sugar Pops. You could spend your entire allowance on candy if you wanted and no one complained. There were rarely healthy Halloween treats given out.
I keep wishing for this scenario from Woody Allen’s Sleeper to come true:
Dr. Melik: *This morning for breakfast he requested something called “wheat germ, organic honey and tiger’s milk.” *
Dr. Aragon: [chuckling] *Oh, yes. Those are the charmed substances that some years ago were thought to contain life-preserving properties. *
Dr. Melik: You mean there was no deep fat? No steak or cream pies or… hot fudge?
Dr. Aragon: *Those were thought to be unhealthy… precisely the opposite of what we now know to be true. *
Dr. Melik: Incredible.
Chili Cheese Fritos.