French Onion Soup for Dinner


It’s strange, but by postponing Christmas, we’ve actually been celebrating it all week.  Which is a lovely surprise.  I’m still too tired to throw down in the kitchen like I normally do, so I’ve been taking it in small steps and flourishes.  And I’m not even done with our Christmas menu yet.  Isn’t that great?


Last night, we made French onion soup for dinner, for the first time. And it was the best onion soup that I’ve ever had.  Ever.  I’ve hesitated about learning how to make my own onion soup because I was afraid that I would start eating it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.  But, I shouldn’t have been afraid, because it is far more satisfying and thus, I eat less of it.

French onion soup is basically an assembly job in my kitchen.  I discovered that I keep all the ingredients tucked in my freezer except for the cheese.  I did have a fresh batch of beef stock in the fridge, so I used that instead of chicken stock.  I used Jacques Pepin's recipe for onion soup as a guide.  Jacques Pepin is my favorite cooking instructor and cookbook writer.  My Pirate refers to Jacques as “my favorite old man” and it’s true.  I enjoy watching how he handles the food and makes complicated dishes look easy.


When we pulled the finished soup out of the oven, we both giggled, and I took pictures of it like it was a celebrity.  Then we spooned it into our bowls.  We sat down. Clinked wine glasses, “to us” and dug in.  We ate silently, savoring the beefy, cheesy, and oniony creation and locked eyes every so often in satisfaction.  I have a feeling that this was the first of many bowls of French onion soup to be served in our kitchen this coming new year.  Happy New Year!

And here's the link to Jacques Pepin's Onion Soup Lyonnaise that I used as a guide.  Enjoy!

Warm Olives and Goat Cheese


Tonight I had a culinary revelation with the modest olive, despite the fact that I found myself in Roots Restaurant, wearing my muddy garden rain jacket instead of my nice coat.  Oops.  I stood there standing like Zinnia (Xena) the Garden Warrior.  My Pirate told me that I looked beautiful, mud spatters and all.  Have I mentioned how much I love this man?


I ordered the white bean with ham soup and the goat cheese and olive plate.  And the goat cheese and olive plate arrived warm.  The cheese was oozy and unctuous and the olives were mild with subtle nuances.  Even My Pirate kept pilfering the olives and this man HATES olives.  I admit that I looked a little smug when he admitted that he liked those olives. 

So, the next time I snack on olives, I’m going to warm them.  And share them with My Pirate.  Aren’t simple culinary tweaks fabulous? 

Rescheduling Christmas

This morning, My Pirate made me the very best pancakes that I’ve ever eaten in my life.  They were fluffy and lacy and crispy on the edges and smelled like vanilla and butter.  I’ve made the recipe for these pancakes for the past 15 years, but today they were magnifique. Context with food is everything.



Grief is a strange companion that visits in waves.  One minute I’m dancing in the kitchen to Video Killed the Radio Star while doing the dishes and the next I’m crying. My dogs are looking concerned and they are completely sick of 80’s music.  

This past Monday, the day before Christmas, I woke up at 4 am and started crying over all the good memories that I shared with my Grandpa.  A montage of our time together set to him singing You Are My Sunshine.  He was my favorite person in the world until I turned 19 when Grandpa’s spat with my Mom over her driving caused a two-year rift of silence.  He simply wouldn’t talk to me until my Mom fixed things with him.  But prior to that, I saw him almost every single day of my life. 

To cheer me up, My Pirate took me out for breakfast at 5 in the morning.  And we started off a wonderful day together.  We picked up the final ingredients for our Christmas dinner, pre ordered our Christmas day tickets to see Les Miserables at Cinetopia, and then we went to see the movie The Life of Pi in 3D, a fantastic movie, and bumped into Colleen, a fellow band booster, in the theater. If you haven’t visited her blog yet, you really need to check it out.

Once we were home, we started making the beef stock for the French Onion Soup and Thomas Keller’s Braised Oxtail and Mushroom Tartine.  And while the beef stock burbled on the stove top, I began projectile vomiting.  I clung to the toilet seat puking and cursing over the timing.  Not now.  Not Christmas Eve.

So, My Pirate rescheduled Christmas.  I’m pounding Gatorade and smiling towards a Christmas Day spent with my two guys when I’m feeling better.  It’s nice to know that Christmas can come more than once a year. 

P.S.  I hope that you all had a wonderful Christmas.  And if you didn’t, go ahead and reschedule a new one. 

Pancakes
From Joy of Cooking by Irma Rombauer

Preheat electric griddle to 375 degrees with a slick coating of vegetable oil on it.

Whisk together dry ingredients in one bowl:
1 ½ cups all-purpose flour
3 tablespoons sugar—I use vanilla sugar
1 ½ teaspoons baking powder
½ teaspoon salt

Whisk the wet ingredients together:
1 ½ cups milk—I use whole milk
3 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted
2 large eggs
½ teaspoon vanilla

Gently combine the wet and dry ingredients together with a whisk until it barely combines.  At this point you can fold in fun ingredients like blueberries or bacon, but I never do.

Spoon batter onto the griddle.  Cook on one side until some bubbles pop open and then flip.  Cook until the underside is lightly browned and then serve.

Update:  Colleen's blog is called Colleen's Kitchen.  Just follow the link to discover her healthy gourmet recipes that she created to help herself lose over 100 pounds!  She's an inspiration.    

Merry Christmas


We wish you a magical holiday filled with light, laughter, and love.  Merry Christmas!


Peace on earth will come to stay, When we live Christmas every day.”
                                                     ― Helen Steiner Rice




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Last Christmas, The Assistant wouldn't butt out from our pictures.  Merry Christmas!