Food is fabulous

I imagined this when I compare my young son and the mudbogging. In retrospect, my young son looks better in this picture than I remember or imagined. He was a blonde as a youngster. My husband called him “chowder head”. My husband also called my son and his first son, “sunshine!” as in the greeting “hello! Sunshine!”. It was always so sweet. Do you know, from a term like “chowder head” what part of the world my husband originated? (ok Massachussets, not really the world, I just tried to give it some mystery.) I think the red tint on the top of my son’s head was sauce.