When I made this soup in our first month of
marriage, it was a soggy soup of tasteless onions
But you finished it all up anyway
Embracing me for my (lack of) cooking skills
Time was the best ingredient in the kitchen
I know that now after more than 3 decades of
family & raising the children
There is no perfect recipe to follow, but practice
makes it easier. I didn't know that white, not
yellow onions, was the best for this recipe
That I needed to cut & stir the many layers of buttered
peeled onions (10 cups) for a long time (at least 40 minutes) in a pot
I did not know that the long caramelizing process
brings out the sweetness of the onions
Peeled away are silky translucent skin
Turning the color of char & slightly brown under the fire
Adding garlic, fresh thyme, wine & bay leaves
Made this chicken stock richer, flavorful than I ever thought
possible. Pair with buttered bread and white wine
You sighed with delight over this (heavenly) soup
How is it possible that (you say) you have
never changed at all - you are still as beautiful
when I met you. I smiled at you and noted that you
are not wearing your glasses. The french onion
soup made you giddy, I say. I wipe away the
stains from my hands, now slightly wrinkled, bent & patient
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - Peeled Away with guest host Melissa Lemay. Join us when we talk all about onions when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. And yes, I now know how to make this delicious French Onion Soup.
What an interesting metaphor for life and love, Grace. Onion soup and marriage both take practise and perseverance, as you say, ‘Time was the best ingredient in the kitchen’. Thank you also for the tip about using white not yellow onions and the best cooking time for caramelising onions. I smiled at these lines:
ReplyDelete‘How is it possible that (you say) you have
never changed at all - you are still as beautiful
when I met you. I smiled at you and noted that you
are not wearing your glasses…’
You took me back to the first time I ever cooked anything for a date.😆 It did not turn out well. “Time was the best ingredient in the kitchen” stood out for me as well. What a beautifully written testament to practicing commitment and learning and growing together.❤️
ReplyDeleteThis is such a gorgeous use of metaphor here, Grace! I especially love this part; "I did not know that the long caramelizing process brings out the sweetness of the onions." Yes! 💖💖
ReplyDeleteGrace, dare I say it, your poem is Onion Soup for the Soul <3 So intimate and loving between two souls.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is slow in the making, but rich and satisfying. (I have the same sort of memories of making risotto)
ReplyDeletegreat poem slowly cooked
ReplyDeleteI love this poem, Grace. The unfolding and metaphors--really wonderful. I was thinking of onion soup and the caramelizing when I was writing mine, and I'm kind of craving onion soup now.
ReplyDeleteNice one. I cannot say i had such an experience, i did cookery and home economice at high school and i was pretty good😊
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Much💖love
This is wonderfully heartwarming. I love that your soup evolved over the years into something really special!
ReplyDeleteI marvel at how you turned onion soup into something intimate about life.
ReplyDeleteI mostly take the shortcut of sweating onions in a microwave but to make the sort of soup you describe here takes, as you say, at least 40 minutes care and a lifetime of love and learning - delicious...
ReplyDeleteI've never read a sweeter love story, Grace, tenderly written with a cook's hands. Just a beautiful read. I loved it.
ReplyDeleteThere is an element of unconditional love that runs through this and I like the layout of this poem. Each piece feels like another layer of growth in life, love and soup making. So beautifully done. Thanks for the cooking tips as well!
ReplyDeleteYes everything gets better with time, patience and devotion to details. I love your onion soup story Grace. I too made onion soup a long time ago and I was thrilled with its taste ☺️
ReplyDeleteI loved every word.
ReplyDeleteWell cooked words
ReplyDeleteThis intertwines beautifully, Grace.
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