Growing up, my
family had a membership at a place called Lake Shore Yacht & Country
Club. We didn’t ever “yacht.” I don’t really remember seeing many
boats, for that matter. But I do recollect my mother making us go to
early morning swim team practice.
Which arguably
functioned as a creative, aquatic form of maternal punishment, as the water
heater in the Central New York “yacht club” pool was broken more days than not.
(It is worth mentioning that Syracuse is rumored to see more gray
than Seattle.)
This, of course,
was balanced out by dinner.
We would get to
eat in the clubhouse on Saturday nights about once a month. My dinner
selection was predictable. Usually a turkey club (no cheese), cut
into quarters, with a side of ruffled potato chips. Or chicken fingers
and fries, the unofficial dinner anthem of American 10-year-olds.
And occasionally,
if I was very lucky, I was allowed a side of French onion soup. It was
served in those sturdy, brown and gray variegated crocks. With a thick layer
of bubbling cheese, which always burned your mouth a little bit.
Since switching
over to my winter coat, I’ve had a craving for blazing hot burn-the-roof-off-your-mouth
soup. Consequently, I have also been faced with a surplus of sourdough,
as a result of Dave turning Canary Square into a small bakery last week. My
memory went to Lake Shore.
And then to
Tartine, wherein Chad Robertson has a decidedly non-fussy recipe that utilizes
homemade chicken stock, leftover wine, and a little duck fat: all things I miraculously had
on hand to substitute for the standard beef broth. And I wouldn’t even question
doing it again.
The whole
endeavor lends a kind of therapy to a cold fall night. The most crucial thing
is that you coax the onions to relax and turn deep caramel. Which
involves feeding them cream, white wine, and—eventually—cheese. (To make
good French onion soup, you should wine and dine an onion much like you would a
human.)
It’s a worthy
process. The flavor developed in such a short amount of time feels
like cheating. As does topping it with good crusty bread and enough
cheese to cover, go golden, and then bubble in spots.
Such things will
erase the memory of a chill every single time. I bet mom knew that
though.
French Onion Soup
Adapted from
Tartine Bread
Ingredients:
1 tbsp butter
1 tbsp duck fat
6 yellow onions,
cut into ¼ inch-thick slices
1 tsp salt
1 cup heavy cream
2 cups dry white
wine
2 quarts chicken
stock, homemade if possible
4 to 6 slices
sourdough bread (this will depend on loaf size), cut to fit inside your crocks
5 ounces Gruyère,
grated
Instructions:
In a large
saucepot (or Dutch oven) on medium heat, add the butter and duck fat; when the
fat starts to melt, add in the onions, salt, and cream. Cook, stirring occasionally, until the
onions are soft and translucent (10 to 15 minutes).
Raise the heat
slightly and cook the onions, without stirring, until their bottoms start to
brown (about 5 to 7 minutes: feel free to check with a spoon if you can’t
tell). Stir the onions, scraping
up any residue, and then add a ½ cup white wine to deglaze the
pan. Repeat this (browning the
onions without stirring and then deglazing with ½ cup of wine) 3 more times;
the onions should turn deep caramel in the process, getting darker with every
stirring.
Pour in the stock
and bring to a simmer; cook for about 15 minutes (or until the flavors meld, I
cooked mine closer to 25 or 30). Season
again with salt, as needed (keeping in mind the soup might get a bit more
concentrated in the oven).
While the soup is
cooking, preheat the oven to 400 degrees.
Add the bread slices to a sheet pan and toast them until dry and brittle
(10 to 15 minutes); remove and set aside.
Place oven-proof
bowls on the sheet pan. Ladle the
soup into the bowls, filling almost all the way to the top; cover with bread
slices (this can be one large slice or several small ones) and top generously
with cheese. Bake until the cheese
is melted and golden brown and the soup is bubbling (this may take 20 to 30
minutes in large dishes, but it will cook faster in smaller ones: I had about ¾
cup-sized bowls and it took about 10 minutes).
Makes about 6
cups
Notes:
-This can easily
be made into a meal for one or two, with leftovers. Bake off the number of bowls you need and place the rest of
the soup in the fridge (you’ll want to keep the bread and cheese
separate). Assemble the soups and
bake them off, as needed (it was fine starting with cold soup).
-How much
seasoning you need will depend on how salty your stock is and how much you
reduce your liquid. Taste as you
go. (Mine was well seasoned out of the pot, but got a little concentrated in
the oven, so the second day I added a little water into the bowls before I put
them in the oven.)
Ah, I wish I had the luxury of cooking from Tartine Bread more often. Everything looks so good. (In particular, I've had my eye on those meatball sandwiches for a long time!) This soup looks pretty manageable though. I will have to find myself some duck fat and some time! (This is kind of the quarter from hell…)
ReplyDeleteWhat a great childhood memory! I think I started liking onion soup mostly for the gooey cheese on top, and eventually came to appreciate the depth of flavor in each cup. I wish I had a cup right now!
ReplyDeleteKatie-I've been dying to make those meatballs too. Hopefully things are calming down for you ...
ReplyDeleteBianca-I'm glad I survived all the swim practices so I can now enjoy the memory (and recreation) of this soup!