French Onion Soup

Sunday afternoon was cold. Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey. COLD. So Mr. Pumpkin suggested French Onion Soup. I agreed. On the way home from church we stopped to pick up the few things we needed and then Bob’s your Uncle and we are starting soup. Mr. Pumpkin did most of the work. Which starts with peeling and slicing up enough onions to make our apartment a danger zone. So he chopped and chopped and chopped. Continue Reading ››