Chomp, chomp, crunch, crunch… glug, glug.
Big pots of spaghetti simmering in the evening.
The smell of rhubarb wafting from a partially opened oven door.
Halibut wrestled straight from the sea to the plate.
And something called Alligator Pie.
Yep, it’s hockey season.
I just purchased my new training diet from the Ginter brothers — imagine the Hanson Brothers of “Slap Shot” fame, minus the taped glasses and at 100 pounds each, and add in a bit more polish.