I can hear the wind outside of my window blowing against the pane. (I would have written "pain," but that would have also made me angsty and 14 again.) So, last night I made butternut squash soup. Now I made this soup last year and it was sublime. Sometimes I get things very very right and a year ago, I was spot on with this concoction. No recipe.
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