I want soup. Soup or chili. With bread from the oven and with little pats of butter wrapped in gold foil. Or stew. I almost forgot about stew. Stew would be great on a day like today. Wait. Stop everything. Three words: Grilled Cheese Sandwich. On pretzel bread. That would be great. Or cake. I could just have cake. There's stuffed cabbage. That would be fine. Or pot roast. It doesn't matter.