Frazz’s statement implies that “the good stuff” is ONLY available outside your comfort zone. If that were true, how would you have a comfort zone in the first place?
I think that there were three times that Mom pulled this stunt. The spider pie, the stewed monkey heads, and the soup that didn’t have rice in it—they were maggots. (Dad wasn’t impressed with any of them.)
I notice that the pile of glop on the plate in no way resembles my concept of “pie”.
I like that last little touch in the final panel.