I wanted a quick dinner last night, and had a container of chicken stock in the freezer I wanted to use up. French onion soup.
I've posted on this before, so no need to go into fine detail, but I do want to emphasize that this soup does NOT require a big investment in time, provided your pantry is well-stocked.
Variant here is that I used chicken stock. I prefer a rich beef stock for onion soup, but didn't have any on hand, and chicken stock is fine. The stock I had was not particularly rich, having been made of scraps from roasted chicken breasts, so I needed to jazz up the soup a bit.
As the pot of onions was nearing its ideal caramelized state, I poured in about 1/4 cup sweet red vermouth. Dry white vermouth would've worked, too, but the sweet red has an almost sherry-like flavor, which enhances the flavor of onion soup. I then added the stock, and salted liberally, as the stock had not been previously salted. FWIW, Aunt Millie used to say, "Kissing a man without a mustache is like eating soup without salt."
I also added a few dashes of Worcestershire sauce, and a good pinch of Ajinomoto (a.k.a., monosodium glutamate). Keep your panties on, folks, but it's a useful shortcut to add savor to food (like a wan stock). And FYI, MSG comes from fermented soybeans. Not surprisingly, so does Worcestershire sauce.
I toasted up some excellent Italian bread from Metropolitan Bakery, and arranged the crostini on top of the soup, then covered the top with about 8 oz shredded Gruyere cheese. Into a 425°F oven for 10 minutes, then under the broiler for about 3 minutes, until the cheese was melted and browned.
Served a green salad with walnut-oil dressing on the side. Awesome weeknight treat.
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Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Onion soup gratinée
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