You're hungry. You had a light lunch and skipped breakfast. You shuffle in bunny-fuzz slippers back upstairs to the kitchen. Rain slaps at the windows. Lightning flickers in the distance and slow thunder drums shortly behind it.

You open the refrigerator and try to stare something into becoming appetizing; something that will satisfy more than just stomach and appeal to your senses.

You move on to the cabinets looking for something comforting, warm and fulfilling like soup. There it is, a can of clam chowder, perfect and creamy and just what you need.