Over the holidays, when we were snowbound and had plenty of time
to make lunch, I jumped at the opportunity to make French Onion Soup—or at
least, some poor misguided soul’s idea of onion soup. The
recipe, clipped from a magazine I’ve since tossed, claimed you could enjoy
France’s gift to soup tureens everywhere in 30 minutes. Tasting nothing like any version of onion
soup, foreign or domestic, that I’ve ever had, this flour-y insipid brew was a
huge disappointment and a waste of time.
Some things should never be rushed.
French Onion Soup is one of them.
who seems to make everything I like.
, who makes
everything look so effortless. 
who makes everything look well, so, complicated. But I’d have to say that Grace Parisi is near
the top of my list. And this fantastic recipe is a reason why all
by itself. 
