I really felt drawn to this photo today. Something about the stockpiling for winter, and something about the simple luxury of a caramelized onion, pinch of salt and olive oil.
…Whenever I saute onions, I think of my friend Miriam who once declared, dancing at the stove wooden spoon in hand, “I love cooking onions!” Agreed, Mim. It is a very homey smell to me. And the gentle breakdown from crisp to soft, opaque to translucent, it’s like watching a hard soul transform into a soul that’s in love.
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