Ghosts of pumpkins past have dared to voice the horrors I’ve unleashed upon them. Every year, about this time, I try to make a pumpkin soup, and it sort of kind of turns out okay. Mediocre pumpkin soup is a crime I’ve committed over and over again. Chalk outlines of pumpkins line my front doorstep.… Continue reading This is THE Pumpkin Soup, This Time, I Swear