As winter drags into the February doldrums in Maine and even though the latest snowstorm has once again turned our corner of the world into a soft and snowy wonderland we are deeply chilled by the cold blast it brought, and the deep-freeze nights with their diamond-hard stars in the inky black, and the squeak of boots on cold, dry snow. Thoughts naturally turn to long slow cooking, pots bubbling on the back of the stove, the house filling up with warm vapors and tantalizing aromas.
This blog is almost completely dedicated to the inventions and adaptations that evolve in my kitchen, but every once in a while I've got to go back to roots, to the old favorites that can't be improved by messing with them. Like Julia's onion soup, from my battered sixties-era copy of Mastering the Art of French Cooking, Volume I.
"The onions for an onion soup need a long, slow cooking in butter and oil, then a long, slow simmering in stock for them to develop the deep, rich flavor which characterizes a perfect brew," Julia says at the start. Sounds like just the thing for our current mood. And did I mention that the stock to which she refers, if you don't have any waiting in the freezer and don't like the canned stuff, requires its own "long, slow simmering" before you even start the soup? Needless to say, this project kept us warmed and lifted our spirits for a couple of days before it even made it to the table.
One note: although it is one of the world's favorite comfort foods, and has been for generations, I've never been a huge fan of the gratinéed version of onion soup, in which the soup is covered with toasted bread, to which a large amount of gooey cheese is added and then baked into a crust. To me the soup in that preparation is pushed to the background, overwhelmed both by the taste of the cheese and the whole sensual event of crusty baked cheese, with softer bits and strings clinging to it, all attached to crusty French bread soaked with the soup -- though I assume that it was okay with Julia since she included a recipe for the preparation (Soupe à l'Oignon Gratinée). Don't get me wrong...I like the whole sensual event...it's just that I like the onion soup, too, which is why I follow Julia's primary recommendation for onion soup garnishes: floating a few hard-toasted rounds of bread, topped with cheese all bubbly and crusty from the broiler, in the soup. You get some of the crunch and bubble and cheesey soup-soaked bread sensuality, but in better balance with the not inconsiderable pleasures of the "perfect brew" that comes from all that long, slow simmering.
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