08/24/2026
It’s August 24th. The temperature drops by exactly three degrees, a slight breeze hits the window, and my body instantly deletes all summer programming to activate Soup Mode.
Yesterday I was sweating in a tank top and clutching an iced coffee. Today? I’m eyeing my giant stockpot like a long-lost soulmate and auditing broth boxes like a Victorian peasant bracing for a harsh winter.
Forget pumpkin spice—the real seasonal shift happens when the late-August air hits just right and your body demands soup.
Summer isn't even over, but if anyone needs me, I'll be over a hot stove pretending autumn is here. 🥣🍂
What is simmering in your pot today??