"I’m not a fan of summer; it’s hot, sticky, and—for someone as pale as I—sunburny. I spend most of the summer indoors, hoping for a cloudy day. For reasons probably related to my aversion to summer, I long ago decided that August is, in fact, autumn. And what does autumn mean? Soup, of course! Every year, I spend my late summer early autumn days making and consuming vats of soup. In the first week of my imagined autumn, I have already jumped into preparing my favorite soup: French onion."
P.S. Holy guacamole! 300 posts! I may need to reconsider my post naming system before I hit one thousand...
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