Warm It Up! The thundering windswept sky was thick as felt this morning. The windows are rattling. A small bird is hiding out on our front porch, perched inside my front door's rocking vine wreath. And I am in my favorite Hannah Anderson jammies.  Craving mulligatawny.  As luck or fate or Plan B foresight would have it, I have enough ingredients on hand to make my favorite Soup for