Reading this book is so nostalgic.

I love that the illustrations change from black and white to color, and I love the idea of not having to cook or plan meals because it just comes with the weather.

However, the thought of milk falling from the sky and getting stuck in a drain somewhere makes me want to vomit. ( )

The tiny town of Chewandswallow was very much like any other tiny town except for its weather which came three times a day, at breakfast, lunch and dinner.
But it never rained rain and it never snowed snow and it never blew just wind. It rained things like soup and juice. It snowed things like mashed potatoes. And sometimes the wind blew in storms of hamburgers.

Life for the townspeople was delicious until the weather took a turn for the worse. The food got larger and larger and so did the portions. Chewandswallow was plagued by damaging floods and storms of huge food. The town was a mess and the people feared for their lives.
Something had to be done, and in a hurry.

Oddly prescient about climate change and climate refugees, this ultimate celebration of the five-second rule is just too goofy for me. ( )

Food falling from the sky? How strange.

Loved this book and was excited when they were going to make it into a movie. However, was really dissapointed in the movie. For someone who had never read the book, the movie was entertaining enough, but knowing the story as well as I do, I just couldn't enjoy the movie. Why does Hollywood have to take a good thing, something wtih much imagination and add a bunch of uncessary "stuff" to it. Why not stick with what works. ( )