The day has the color and the sound of winter. Thoughts turn to chowder...chowder breathes reassurance. It steams consolation.
We all have hometown appetites.
Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where you backbone ought to be.
Beer is the Danish national drink, and the Danish national weakness is another beer.
Chowder breathes reassurace. It steams consolation.
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.