The French Onion Soup turned out really well.
I even managed, by opening a couple of windows and closing a couple of doors, to keep the onion smell from being too pervasive.
A short loaf of fresh French bread sliced, toasted and topped with finely grated Edam cheese, made lovely croutons to float on the soup. Two more short loaves for eating with butter completed the meal.
I should see what Julia does with pork and chicken, and try something along those lines next.
Why does cooking delicious food fill me with such contentment? I don't know either, but it was an enjoyable day- even with slicing three pounds of onions thrown in for good measure.
I call dibs on the leftovers!