[Chowder] breathes reassurance. It steams consolation. |
A tiny radish of passionate scarlet, tipped modestly in white. |
Beer is the Danish national drink, and the Danish national weakness is another beer. |
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 [he or she] left behind. |