Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs is a picture book classic—a completely silly and fun tall tale. Life in Chewandswallow is pretty much like any other small town, with one exception. There are no grocery stores there because the sky supplies all the food they could possibly want. Eventually, the weather takes a turn for the worse, but in the meantime the townspeople enjoy a delicious deluge of three square meals a day.
The menu varied. By the time they woke up in the morning, breakfast was coming down. After a brief shower of orange juice, low clouds of sunny-side up eggs moved in followed by pieces of toast. Butter and jelly sprinkled down for the toast. And most of the time it rained milk afterwards.
For lunch one day, frankfurters, already in their rolls, blew in from the northwest at about five miles an hour. There were mustard clouds nearby. Then the wind shifted to the east and brought in baked beans. A drizzle of soda finished off the meal.
Dinner one night consisted of lamb chops, becoming heavy at times with occasional ketchup. Periods of peas and baked potatoes were followed by gradual clearing, with a wonderful Jell-O setting in the west.