not strictly comfort food, but I liked the image...

“Just wait a moment, Captain.” Kalr Five said, stopping me with one raised hand as I rose to exit the galley, the other Kalrs clustered around her nervously. “We thought…that is, I thought, it’s nearly a year now since Anaander Mianaai gave you your command, and her own name, and we thought the occasion should be commemorated.”
All of them rose as Kalr One walked carefully into the galley, carrying a plate containing a large and ornate cake, drizzled with syrup and covered in frosting and piped-on flowers, a scattering of candy sprinkles across its carefully-iced and decorated top, her face alight with pleasure that, for a moment, they could finally surprise me.