Tomorrow there may be plowable snow. Plowable snow. Please, no. On the bright side my winter travel schedule is looking quite promising with a cruise to the Bahamas in January, a flight to Denver booked for February and a possible March spring break with the family. These are the things I hold onto when the words "plowable snow" are uttered during the weather forecast.
I also hold onto soup. This version of Mulligatawny Soup is something I'd call a Grandma's version of Indian food. The recipe is from a cookbook literally called "Grandma's Best-Loved Recipes." I'm not making this up.