Chicken soup. Specifically, chicken, potatoes, peas, carrots, and some salt. Oh, and water.
In general, I'm not a picky eater. I simply don't like raw mushrooms, raw zucchini, and avocado. Everything else I tend to tolerate or, more often, enjoy. Within reason.
Personally, though, I tend to make soup a lot. Largely because home-made soup is easy, tasty, quick, and, most importantly, not something I'm going to screw up after working eleven hours. Other things I like to make or have made well are apple pie, pasta salad, broiled salmon, a variety of actually tasty casseroles (admittedly, largely composed of cheese and meat), and so forth. But tonight? Soup. If it would finish cooking. And until it does, tequila.