Well, I managed to find SOMETHING that the french did right.
On Sunday I finally got around to cooking Onion soup. For my birthday, my lovely roommate Anna got me a cookbook with the most glorious picture on the front. I did what I’m not supposed to- I judged.
I know that pride is a sin, I really do. And I know it’s conceited to blow one’s own trumpet, but by george: I was the most proud of myself than I’ve ever been when I served up the above. I made the worlds best soup. Despite its french-ness!