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Summer 2025 #15/18: Making Souptember Happen

Now that the temps are coming down a little, I think it is time to start talking about soup. What a great topic! It is a great packable lunch, a wonderful dinner to come home to, and one of the unsung conversation starters of our time. Who needs “Two Truths and a Lie” as an icebreaker? I dare you—next time you’re getting together with a group, casually bring up a type of soup that you like, one that you’ve eaten recently or the one you’re excited to make, and then sit back and watch the camaraderie unfold, brought to you by none other than SOUP. This week, I’ve put together a handful of links for great late-Summer Soups that I am looking forward to making over the next few weeks to make the most of all of this unspeakably delicious Sweet Corn, the abundance of tomatoes and the stand of gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous Celery that we’ll harvest again this week, so be sure to scroll on through.

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Summer 2025 #14/18:  Savoring Summer in September (and maybe beyond?)
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Summer 2025 #14/18: Savoring Summer in September (and maybe beyond?)

Labor Day snuck right up on us this year, didn’t it? Shout out to Farmer Mia and Farmer Kelly who arrived at the farm today to find hundreds of pounds of ripe and ready tomatoes waiting to be picked this morning. We were scrambling to find enough trays to hold them! Those ninety-ish degree days last week sped up their ripening big time. It also up a whole lot of Romano Beans and is blurring the timelines between our intended rotations of crops like sweet corn and varieties cabbage. In short—this is one big harvest week, which makes this a great time to consider squirreling a few tomatoes away in the freezer to pull out for a pot of sauce or soup when the cold and drear set in.

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Summer 2025 #13/18: Peak Tomato! Romano Beans, Mini Cantaloupes

What wond’rous life in this I lead!
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The luscious clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons as I pass,
Ensnar’d with flow’rs, I fall on grass.

For the past few years, those lines of poetry have popped into my head in August. They’re from the fifth stanza of The Garden by Andrew Marvell, and to this day I can hear the voice of my professor, the late Dr. Greg Goekjian reciting them from memory at the front of a lecture hall in the dead of winter more than 20 years ago.

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