We All Have Hometown Appetites.

Chowder Breathes Reassurace. It Steams Consolation.

A Tiny Radish Of Passionate Scarlet, Tipped Modestly In White.

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.

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.