If you like Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain you will love this soup. If you don’t like those things and do not know the song I am quoting, you will also like this soup, but you might want to listen to more music from the seventies. So here’s the deal with this soup – we started with a traditional carrot soup and decided to go a little nuts with it. We threw in some exotic spices, tossed in some honey, coconut milk, and other surprises. And out popped this baby. Oh what a sweet and spicy baby it is. But it isn’t a baby. It’s a soup. That you’ll like. A lot. So toss on your grass skirt and coconut bra (men too! You know you own one! You hid it in your sock drawer…), and dance around your apartment with a bowl of this soup. Or your office on casual Friday.

I recently gave some of this soup to my brother. He liked it so much he started to cry a little. I thought this was weird because he’s 34 years old and there are more important things to cry over than good soup. But his tears made a good point. This soup is quite simply divine. Heavenly, if you will. The local Asian pears and local parsnips dance together in the bowl like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire in some 1940′s movie that you always see clips of on public television. The cinnamon and allspice are the ultimate winter flavors that make you want to dance around the Christmas tree, twirl a dreidel, or protest organized religion – whatever you choose. We puree it all up to silky smoothness. Don’t be embarrassed if you cry a little when you eat it. That precedent has already been set.