Pumpkin soup. Perhaps the quintessential fall/winter food. That and casseroles.
But soup warms you from the inside out, like only tea does. Especially on days where the winter wind chills you to the bone.
Not that we have experienced particularly low temperatures at my latitude so far. To the contrary, it has been a fairly mild fall/winter.
But when temperatures will be dipping below freezing (much too soon unfortunately), we’ll all take refuge under warm blankets with a bowl of piping hot pumpkin soup.
By the way, has anyone tried eating soup literally under the blankets?
I don’t think it possible. You can barely move under the blankets; sure you can read, text or watch a movie on the iPad. But eating a bowl of soup? Not feasible. Unless you find pleasure in scalding hot soup on yourself.
Which got me thinking, maybe eating under the blankets is just one of those cliche’ things they do in movies.
Like the tree outside boyfriend’s or girlfriend’s house where said boyfriend or girlfriend can climb through. Or the love at first sight + kiss under the moonlight thing. Or convincing someone minutes before the wedding that you are the one they should really be with.
Or even worse: the mad and successful dash through airport security to talk to somebody, who you have a desperate to confess your love to.
That sort of things.
Truth is, you don’t need to be under the blankets to enjoy pumpkin soup.