Ahhh, the French Onion Soup. Can you believe I have never had French Onion Soup? Never! What is wrong with me? Broiled, cheesy goodness? A big hunk of bread? Onions? In soup form!? What is up with these French and their brilliant creations? Even the lactose intolerant can't resist.
What happens to lactose intolerant people in France? There is a lot of cheese served in that country. Those poor people. Either live your life with pills and cheese or suffer the consequences. *Sigh*
But I digress. The soup went beautifully. But AGAIN, it tasted bitter. It has to be the wine! Sarah of The Wine Makers Wife, what do you suggest I use? This time, I used a Chardonnay. Bitter! GAH! I had to add more water and salt and pepper to get that bitter flavor out. Thankfully, it worked.
Again, I whipped out my trusty ramekins. I don't know how I lived before them.
Maybe I needed to add a bit more cheese, but the amount of cheese I had already used to cover the top was astounding. I felt my arteries clogging with each sprinkle of gruyere. Could you imagine how much cheese the restaurants actually use!? I shudder at the thought.
The flavor was subtle, and I feel that the US version may be made with beef broth. I could be wrong and I'm too lazy to look it up. The color on this soup was a lot softer than I remember seeing (not tasting) in French Onion soup, and for some reason I expected the flavor to be bolder. My boyfriend also agreed, while scooping up the last bites of his soup and reaching over and grabbing my ramekin to finish my soup.
I think the biggest reason men like having girlfriends is because they get to eat one and a half meals- their own and their significant other's.
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