Food is one of the greatest trivial things to write about in literature. I mean your mouth begins to water at the drippings on a turkey or the coldness of oysters on a half shell. Have you ever watched MLP and think of how a piece of toast with zap apple jam would taste on your foreign palette or a mug of Sweet Apple Acres signature cider cascading down your throat?

Well that's what I intend to write. A simple story about the comforts of food, friends, and warmth amidst a rather gloomy and rainy evening. Now come and eat of the wares. You are Invited to this feast.

*Author's Note*: I love food