Like any self-respecting French person, I loooooooove onions.
In a borderline-obsessed, sneak-them-into-every-recipe, don’t-know-what-to-do-without-them-how-else-do-you-build-flavour sort of way.
And I love soup about as much.
And yet I don’t like onion soup.
Which makes no sense, and, once added to the not liking cheese thing, makes me the worst French person to have ever walked this planet.
And then, to put the cherry on top of this whole onion & soup & onion soup non-sense, there’s the fact that I absolutely ADORE onion quiche even though it tastes exactly like French onion soup that would have been encrusted in the most crumbly, delicate shortcrust pastry.
I don’t really know what to say, other that my onion quiche situation makes absolutely no sense.
But then again, does it really matter?
Rhetorical quichetion! When food’s that good, of course it doesn’t!
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