You know that I love this weather and I especially love cooking some of my favorite comfort foods.
I needed some comfort food today because Lily has a cold that will not go away. It started Monday with a little cough. Each day the cough has gotten a little deeper and the nose a little drippier. She's still had plenty of energy until this morning when Lily's whining had reached a tenor that told me that she really wasn't feeling well.
Like most children, when Lily is sick she attaches herself to her mother and whines. Healing can only be achieved if a mother is driven to the brink of insanity.
If Lily follows her usual course of illness she will continue to malinger until Saturday morning when she will suddenly spike a fever and develop an ear infection which will require a special trip to the pediatrician on a weekend. Over the last ten years we have seen the pediatrician on countless Saturday's and Sunday's and at least three Christmas's.
Anyway, in an effort to provide some rich savory sustenance to my sick baby I made French Onion Soup.
It's very easy except for the part where you spend an hour caramelizing the onions.
½ cup butter
1 tablespoon fresh thyme leaves, chopped
1 bay leaf
1 loaf French bread
¼ cup parsley, finely chopped
½ cup melted butter
½ lb gruyere cheese, sliced
6 yellow onions, finely sliced
2 quarts beef broth
1/2 cup sherry
Sauté the onions in the butter until they are soft in a 6 quart soup pot over a medium high heat.
When all the steam is gone, the onions will begin to caramelize, so turn the heat down to low and keep stirring them often, until they are dark brown.
Add the parsley, bay leaf, thyme, sherry and broth. Simmer the soup for 45 minutes.
Slice the bread into rounds, which just fit inside your soup bowls, then toast them.
Divide the French onion soup between 6 soup bowls and put a slice of toasted bread and some cheese on top of each one.
Broil until the cheese is golden brown.
It was splendidly delicious. Except that Lily didn't like it and Rebecca would barely taste it.
Since my children refused to properly praise my efforts I decided to prepare some for David and Dan who were working late out in the office.
He is such a sweet boy. He's also Jewish and keeps kosher. When I brought out the soup he asked what was in the soup and I assured him that it was kosher.
Since there is no pork or shellfish in the soup I figured, no problem.
I am an idiot.
It was only after I took the bowls back in the house that the fact that the broth was beef and that the cheese was dairy crossed my mind.
I led that sweet boy into the land of unclean traife. The rule of not mixing meat and dairy had been broken and there was no going back.
I apologized and apologized and then apologized again.
Dan was gracious and understanding. He's probably used to shiksa's breaking the rules of the tribe.
So for those keeping track, in addition to swearing at a nun, I have fed traife to a sweet boy who keeps kosher.
I am so getting coal in my stocking this Christmas.