It happened slowly and in fits and starts, but I feel like it might be, at long last, soup season. For me, it’s also baked pasta season just because I don’t feel sweaty just thinking about running the oven, so let’s not be too picky about it. Of course, in about a week I’m going to be sad that summer basil season is then also therefore over, and also very annoyed at having to wear socks constantly for the next few months, but for now can I interest you in some corn chowder?

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