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.Collection: Food
The day has the color and the sound of winter. Thoughts turn to chowder...chowder breathes reassurance. It steams consolation.Collection: Winter
Chowder breathes reassurace. It steams consolation.Collection: Food
We all have hometown appetites.Collection: Hometown