In the summer, we make less cream-based soups and less chili.

I like the excuse of winter. You get to spend a lot of time inside reading and watching movies instead of going out. But that's an excuse.

I still crave some of that stuff even in summer.

Summer without ice cream is like winter without a fireplace.

Yesterday, I hit the salad bar, tried our batch of chili and the cream of chicken soup.

Lives based on having are less free than lives based either on doing or on being.