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.