Depending on the outcome of Groundhog Day, it’s a little late in the season to be eating butternut squash & apple soup. If there are six more weeks of winter to look forward to, though, this silky soup is ideal.
Ah, Groundhog Day. That strange holiday where we depend on a single mammal to predict the weather. Does anyone know why this is still a thing? I mean I understand the historical significance. Still, it seems weird that on this one day, we throw on some science-and-common-sense-blocking glasses and pretend that we really trust what Punxsutawney Phil does. I mean, the little ground squirrel is only right about 39% of the time. Less than 50% is less than chance! How many other historical traditions have been tossed out because they’re incredibly ridiculous? Why do we hold on this this one?