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