My wife loves this recipe. I make it every year as part of our Turkey Day celebration, and every year it wins the award for Least Likely To Become Leftovers. It’s also the only part of my dinner that’s sweet. We don’t do the yams with marshmallow thing, and the pies we eat for dessert always come hours later.
While in Portugal, I made this for my sister-in-law when she organized a Thanksgiving dinner for an American friend who’d been living in Italy for many years. I promised to give her the recipe, but I forgot. Here it is, converted to European measurements.
.5 kg small boiling onions
75 grams butter
40 grams honey
Bring a big pot of water to a boil, add the onions, and boil for 5 minutes if they’re really small, 8-10 if they’re big.
Drain and cool, then peel them. The easiest way to peel them is to cut the root base almost all the way through, then pull off a strip of the outer layer, then peel off the outer skin. (I do this part the day before, usually).
On the day of, melt the butter in a skillet large enough to hold the onions in a single layer. Medium heat. When the butter stops fizzing, add the onions and then the honey. Stir until everything is well combined.
The original recipe said they were done when slightly browned, but I cook them way past that point. I cook them until the glaze is dark, dark brown and incredibly thick, and the onions are basically falling apart.
1) Darpa successfully tests the first bullet that can be steered after it was fired.
2) Geologists grill up stakes with lava… and ruin them.
3) Richard Prince Selling Other People’s Instagram Shots Without Permission for $100K Whenever I feel cynical about publishing, I think about fine arts and give my oil-painter wife a hug. (Of course, if he was skimming other people’s work from reddit, I wouldn’t be surprised…)
4) Feces rained down on outdoor Sweet 16 party. Dumped from a plane, obviously. Stranger than fiction
5) Nothing about this toy makes sense. Video. Don’t watch that without the sound.
6) Law & Order: Daredevil. Video. Also requires sound.
7) A Kickstarter for a horror video game about a blind woman. Cool.
Yesterday, I talked about food and anxiety. Today I’ll talk about food and my face.
Ugh. Seriously, I hate this, but many years ago I started getting red patches on my face. My skin would get rough and slightly puffy, and no amount of washing or moisturizing would make it better. The best I could hope for was to scrub my face so hard it all turned red. My wife had it, too. The best our doctors could manage was “You should wash your face,” which… yeah.
Eventually, things would get so bad that those red patches would start to peel. Yeah, I had face dandruff. Sorry, ladies, I’m taken. Continue reading
This space is where I talk about my weird bullshit, but for whatever reason, I’ve avoided talking about health issues here. Today I’ll talk about the most negligible of them: my fucked-up anxieties and the foods that made them worse. Continue reading