December 30, 2010 § 14 Comments
(I meant to photograph the onion casserole but had it popped in the oven before I could find my camera. Anyway, this was the cook’s playground this afternoon, with a SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS book open to the onion page and the Martha’s Dec issue also open to some impossible recipe. I believe it was Bella Rum who warned me about Martha’s complicado recipes and she was correct!!!!)
The kitchen smelled like armpits.
It couldn’t be helped.
It was the onions that I had to slice, thinly.
The recipe called for 16 of ’em (2 red, 2 white and 12 green ones).
And two kinds of cheese, a ton of each, bleu and havarti.
And dry white wine.
And precious butter.
Bake for an hour.
About half way into bake time, mmmm, the scent started to turn around and there was the onions and butter and the wine, all showing off their best aromas.
And then there was the pea soup, just coming to burble in its pot, into which a very small amount of onions and a lovely two handsful of tiny chopped bits of carrots and yes, my precious butter, and the hambone from the Xmas honey ham had been ceremoniously dumped. Lid plopped on top. Lovely.
Now this was a kitchen.
And people started drifting in, to see what was going on.
Give a girl a vacation and look what she’ll do.
(FYI: the onion casserole came out lovely, with everyone digging in for a taste and swearing they’d wait ’til formal dinnertime to have more with their burgers. And they did. Meanwhile, the soup went along slowly, thickening and sweetening. It will be lovely tomorrow with cornbread.)
Haven’t got one in particular. Still plowing through nearly a dozen New Yorker magazines to catch up. And while it has nothing to do whatsoever with cooking, I am enjoying, to the point of laughing out loud, Bill Bryson’s A WALK IN THE WOODS. It’s my first Bryson. Yeah, I’m a Bryson virgin and just tickled to pieces with his writing. Especially since it’s about my beloved East Coast moutains. And I’m inspired to tackle something challenging, inspired by Bryson. Hmmmm….off I go to ponder my personal challenge. Seems to go with the New Year.