Autumn is here.

Unlike the rest of America, I am not rejoicing. Pumpkin Spiced Lattes, apple picking, boots… y’all can keep all that to yourself. I’ll take my flip flops and sundresses everyday around the clock, thank you.

However, I live in the wrong state (district, whatever) for my Anti-Autumn movement. I succumb to the frozen tundra that is 55 degrees F and am nursing the first “cold” of this tortuous season. I survive this weather with a multitude of soups, this one being a frequent flier in Mama Melly’s Messhall.

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