Sunday, August 13, 2000
I think I'm going to get back into the habit of blogging here for ya. I'll begin with this here entry:
Jennifer, Andrew and I spent all day in San Francisco on Saturday. It was a very eventful, and therefor tiring adventure.
We took CalTrains into the city and walked towards the throngs of people finding ourselves at the foot of a quaint French bistro-like cafe and I did what I've been doing for the past many weeks now. That being I ordered a tasty bowl of french onion soup.
I don't know what it is about this meal, you see. I liked the soup when I was younger just fine. But I never liked it like this. Just today I ordered two large bowls of said soup and ate them in the park while watching Andrew play Power Rangers with a young child who said his name was Little Eric (Big Eric was nowhere in sight).
I ordered two bowls of french onion soup from Max's, a Jewish deli type restaurant a few miles from home, on Friday evening as well. I went out to dinner with my parents last Wednesday and ordered a bowl of french onion soup to go with my meal, as well. I tried the canned Progresso french onion soup a week ago, as well, but won't be doing that again as though tasty as french onion soup can be, it just isn't tasty enough when poured and heated out of a tin can. The french onion kick is upon me, you see.
It appears to possibly be coming to a head. Why not a tail? Why must it come from a head? Or, is it coming from "ahead" - in which case I should have seen it coming in the first place? Anyway, I feel this french onion kick just may reach its climax Monday evening when I come home from work. You see, Jennifer, Andrew and I used our Safeway Club Cards and bought two pounds of onions (I believe they may have been grown in France) and assorted french onion soup ingredients. So, tomorrow, when I return home from work and said ingredients have been cooked, I will consume yet another batch of tasty french onion soup.
Perhaps someone will hire me to critique french onion soups from around the world. My first review would read something like this:
Max's and Mimi's and the quaint French bistro-like cafe serve yummy soup. Progresso canned does not.
How's that? Needs work, I know. But I've got plenty more french onion soup reviews coming to hone my craft. Do any of you have your very own recipes?