Beer is the Danish national drink, and the Danish national weakness is another beer.
Chowder breathes reassurace. It steams consolation.
A tiny radish of passionate scarlet, tipped modestly in white.
We all have hometown appetites. Every other person is a bundle of longing for the simplicities of good taste once enjoyed on the farm or in the hometown left behind.
Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where you backbone ought to be.
The day has the color and the sound of winter. Thoughts turn to chowder...chowder breathes reassurance. It steams consolation.