Caramelized Onions, a Run-on Blog Post

I’ve been busy in the kitchen lately. (Truth be told, I've been just plain busy since the fall semester started 5 weeks ago.) I’m not going to say I’ve been cooking a lot, although I have done a lot more cooking and baking in the last few weeks than I have done for a long, long time. Along with the actual cooking/baking, I have been a smoothie-making fool, which has led to a lot of experimentation with flavors and also with freezing fruit.

I discovered that freezing bananas in their skins doesn’t work well, at least not for me. If I tried to use them frozen, I had to cut the skins off with a sharp knife. If I thawed the bananas to use them, I was completely – and I mean COMPLETELY – grossed out by the slimy, watery mess that slid out of the blackened skins. Guh-ross.

I also discovered that store-bought frozen peaches taste like canned peaches (yuck) but fresh peaches, peeled and cut into chunks, freeze beautifully (name that movie) and make a really, really good smoothie. To which end I bought 8 pounds of peaches the other day. Yes, I do live alone, why do you ask?

I could go on. But the objective today is to crow about the caramelized onions I made on Sunday. When I tasted the finished product, I said, “Oh, mama, these are good!” Out loud. Alone in my apartment. Yeah, they are that good.

This is not quick, but it is easy. I spent about two hours, start to finish, but once the onions are in the pot, I had many 5-10 minute intervals to fill. In addition to achieving amazing onions, my kitchen is super clean!

 

The finished product.

Next time I will take before and after pictures.

Here’s the method/recipe:

Caramelized Onions

6 large sweet yellow onions

2 T. olive oil
2 T. butter
2 t. salt

Yield: 2-3 cups of yummmmm

Cut tops and root ends off of onions and peel. Slice onions lengthwise¹ into small (1/4-1/2” wide) slices.

Heat oil and butter in large heavy dutch oven² on medium until butter melts. Add onions to pot and stir to coat onions with oil/butter³. The onions will probably fill the pot to the top.

Cook on medium, stirring gently every 5 minutes, for 15-20 minutes. The onions will reduce in volume very quickly. When onions are translucent, sprinkle one teaspoon of salt over the onions; stir, then repeat with second teaspoon of salt and stir.

Continue to cook over medium or medium low⁴, stirring every 5-10 minutes until all of the liquid is evaporated. This may take an hour or a bit more. Use spoon/spatula⁵ to scrape up any browned bits from the bottom of the pot when stirring.

When the liquid is almost gone, reduce the heat. Continue to cook, stirring every 2-3 minutes, until onions reach the desired level of golden-brown deliciousness. It is important to watch the onions and stir frequently as you reach the end.

You can add a splash of wine or balsamic vinegar near the very end to add a bit of flavor and deglaze the pot. I’m sure I will try wine sometime because I love using wine in cooking but you may have deduced by now that I like these ridiculously delicious sweeties straight up.

 

¹ I have no idea why cutting the onions length-wise is important, but every single recipe/video/guide I saw online (much research went into the production of these onions) specifically said to cut length-wise. Maybe next time I’ll cut them cross-wise. Yeah, that’s right, I get crazy like that.

² I used my fabulous ceramic-coated cast iron dutch oven. Directions I read online said to use a large, heavy skillet with a large surface area. That would probably reduce the cooking time because the liquid would evaporate faster, but I love the results I got with the dutch oven and the ceramic coating is almost non-stick.

³ I added the onions in stages so stirring was easier.

⁴ You want more than a calm simmer, less than a full-on boil.

⁵ I used a wooden spatula for the whole process – it worked great.

 

The whole reason I spent two hours of my Sunday cooking onions is because I wanted to include them in my idea for breakfast pizza. I’ve been on a homemade pizza kick lately, sparked by this pizza crust recipe, so I've been googling and Pinterest searching all things pizza and somewhere along the line I came across recipes for breakfast pizza. Which compelled me to seek out interesting toppings, which led me to the caramelized onions.

After the onions were perfectly cooked, I baked them in a pizza topped with:

“sauce” made of cream cheese mixed with Rotel

caramelized onions (I probably don’t have to tell you that it was very, very hard to go easy on the onions)
cooked mild sausage
a sprinkling of shredded cheddar cheese
one egg

 

Ignore the odd shape of my pizza. Ignore the off-center placement of the egg. This pizza was tasty!

Now...how many places can I use caramelized onions??

What’s the tastiest dish you have created lately?

A cautionary tale

Once upon a time, there was a girl. A girl who, while occasionally given to fits of economic impulsivity, generally lived within her means. Her means did not allow for purchase of fripperies like hardcover books, beautiful but impractical shoes, fancy-pants culinary ingredients, or glittery yet oh-so-unnecessary jewels. Most of the time, this girl was content…well, maybe not content, but tolerant…with her financial station.

One day she whiled away a quiet afternoon by perusing the pretty things offered for sale by the fanciful but dangerous dragon known as The Internet. She had spent many, many, many, many, many hours thus engaged before but had not been tempted by the dragon’s wares. This day, however, was different.

This day, she stumbled upon the most beautiful adornment she had ever seen. A ring. Possibly the most perfect ring ever created. A ring, she believed, created just for her.

A large, deep purple, rectangular amethyst sat above a wide band of silver. The stone was secured to the band by heavy yet delicate swirls of silver at each corner. The design was simple and whimsical, delicate and strong…like the girl. The dragon’s price was dear, but not so dear that it was beyond possibility, if she played her cards right and did not order delivery pizza too often.

She desired the ring. The desire sprouted deep in her heart and grew like Jack’s beanstalk until it leapt out of her mouth. “I will have this ring!” she declared.

Being a mostly-responsible girl, she put the ring at the very top of her wish list. And she wished. She wished for a fairy godmother to drop the ring into her lap. She wished for a handsome prince to place the ring on her finger. (Sometimes she just wished for the handsome, or even not-so-handsome, prince, but that is a different story.) She wished for a windfall. She wished for a magically low power bill that would leave just enough coins in her pocket to pay for the ring. (She did not, however, stash a leftover coin or two away on the rare occasions that she had a coin or two left over. Mostly-responsible, yes. Hugely gifted with foresight and a desire to save, not so much.)

Alas, her wishes did not come true. As the months passed, the girl occasionally tiptoed (tip-fingered? finger-tipped?) back to the site of her beloved ring, creeping quietly so as not to wake the dragon, and sighed as she gazed on the ring’s beauty. “Someday,” she whispered, “someday you will be mine.”

Then the mournful day came when she revisited the site only to find that the ring was gone. Vanished into thin ether(net). She searched frantically, googled hither and yon, certain she could find her darling ring hiding among the treasures in some other dragon’s lair. But it was as if the ring never existed.

She mourned.

Months and months and months went by. The girl was enticed by other charming jewels, even other rings, but she never forgot the swirled beauty. Even today, years after discovering the perfect ring – and years after losing it, probably to somebody's foolish stepsister with big feet and a sugar daddy – she searches for it. She knows that she will never find it but she also knows she will never be completely complete without it.

Life goes on and the girl goes with it. Other things make her happy and she has mostly accepted the loss of the ring she never had. But sometimes, when the moon is bright and the need to surf silently among the dragon’s merchandise is strong, she sighs and longs for the ring.

The moral of the story is this: When you find something you love, really, really, REALLY love, you must buy it. Now. It might not be there tomorrow.

School Daze

A little over two years ago, I created a goal:

Graduate from the University of Nebraska-Lincoln with a Bachelor of Science degree in Hospitality, Restaurant and Tourism Management with an emphasis on Event Planning.

Funny thing is I didn’t really identify that statement as my goal until about five minutes ago. On that October Saturday in 2009, I said to myself, “Self, I want to move to Lincoln, NE. I want to be closer to Himself. I want to enroll at UNL in Event Planning.” And I did that.

OK, so maybe those were my short-term goals at the time. But it just hit me that the long-term goal is graduation. I didn’t really think about graduation – about actually earning the degree – until now!

So, good. I need to find something to remind me of that long-term goal as I work through the next series of short-term goals. Because the short-term goals feel very daunting right now:

Complete first Microeconomics assignment without suffering stress-induced aneurism.
Welcome “insect pets” into my home. (You will probably hear more about this in the near future.)
Pass Microeconomics.
Get ‘A’s in all other classes.

I have completed one week of classes. It was exhilarating. It was stimulating. It was scary!

I love being on campus and I love being in class. I am really looking forward to getting into the meat of these classes and interacting with my fellow students and the instructors.

I am not really looking forward to Microeconomics. It is touted as being the 6th hardest course at UNL. Half the time that scares me to death; the other half of the time I take it as a challenge. I am a very smart girl, I can definitely pass the class. But I want to do better than the 2.51 average earned by previous Microecon students. One week and one lecture in, and currently working on a 5-page, single-spaced assignment, I’m in the scared-to-death zone.



Graduation, graduation, graduation…

Yay, me.

Well, I didn’t really want to come back this way but, as someone dear to me likes to say, it is what it is.

Next Monday is the realization of one dream and the beginning of a long journey. It is the first day of Spring 2012 classes at the University of Nebraska – Lincoln. I am enrolled full-time and I am SO excited to take this next step! I have been working toward this goal for over two years and I am proud of myself for sticking with it and doing what I needed to do to make it happen.

But all I can think right now is that I don’t want to do it alone. I know that my friends and family are proud of me and everyone is encouraging me to succeed but here…now…I am alone.

No one to high-five that I made it. No one to put their arms around me and tell me that they know I can do it when I am afraid that I can’t. No one to take a picture of me on the first day of school. No one waiting at the end of the day to hear how things went. No one who will wash the dishes so I can tackle my Econ homework.

Difficult times are hard to face alone but I think the triumphs are even harder. It’s really hard to celebrate alone.

Something New

Well, hi. Long time, no see, huh? I don’t really have anything to say but thought I would post something just to remind y’all (and myself) that I’m still here.

I saw this over at Abnormally Normal (in her archives, I think) and since it’s one I haven’t seen before, I gotta do it. I do love a meme.

What accessories do you wear everyday? Amethyst ring, faith/hope/love necklace, silver earrings.

What is your beauty routine?
Morning: wash face with Neutrogena Healthy Skin Anti-Aging Anti-Blemish Cleanser (it’s just not right to fight pimples and wrinkles at the same time!); brush teeth; smooth Neutrogena Healthy Skin Anti-Aging Anti-Blemish Cream on nose and temples; philosophy When Hope Is Not Enough serum all over face; during winter, philosophy Hope in a Bottle on cheeks; philosophy Dark Shadows cream under eyes. (I would not date my skin – it’s so high maintenance!) Eyeliner, shadow, two concealers, blush, and mascara. Redken Anti-Snap leave-in conditioner on bottom half of hair – blow dry and curl or flat iron it even though the wind and humidity will destroy any style the second I walk out the door. Finish up with deodorant and Beautiful perfume. No wonder it takes me over an hour to go from bed to out the door.

Night: wash face with philosophy Purity Made Simple cleanser; brush teeth; Vaseline petroleum jelly on elbows, cuticles, and lips; Curel hand lotion on hands; Fruit of the Earth Vitamin E cream on feet.

What was the last item of clothing you bought? Bad-ass biker chick platform sandals. A male co-worker told me that he really likes them – I figure that is a great endorsement!

Do you use a dresser, closet, or both? Both.

What type of earrings are in your ears right now? Lazy day at home, so none, but you will always see some kind of pretty, silver thing dangling from my ears when I’m out and about.

What type of figure do you have? I believe the technical term for my body type is endomorphic. I call it lush, round, plus-size, or fat depending on my mood.

Do you wear glasses? Yes but I wear contacts most hours of the day.

What type of handbag do you carry? I am on my third Vera Bradley Bowler. It would be the most perfect bag ever if they made it in black or red leather.

What is your ideal style? Classic with a punch of trendiness and a whisper of hoochie.

What jewelry are you wearing right now? None.

Do you wear knee-hi stockings? Hell, no.

Do you have to wear matching lingerie? No. I would LOVE to but bras that contain the architecture required to support my assets generally only come in white, nude, and black.

Do you wear makeup? Yes. I generally don’t leave the house without something on my eyes.

Do you wear nightgowns? Yes. I don’t like wearing pants in bed.

What outerwear do you put on when going out on a typical winter's day? Scarf my BIL brought from Afghanistan; mock-fur-lined, faux-suede black coat; black leather mittens. Yes, leather mittens. They rock.

What is your favorite perfume? Estee Lauder’s Beautiful. I have worn it for 20 years. Estee Lauder started the “Beautiful bride” advertising campaign during the year that I was engaged to be married so I figured I had to try it. I have tried other scents from time to time but I can’t find anything I like nearly as well. Plus, rarely a week goes by without a compliment on how nice I smell.

Is your motto "quality over quantity"? Absolutely. For example, I would much rather spend $100 on one pair of shoes that are comfortable and will last several seasons than on 5 pairs of shoes that make my feet hurt and will fall apart in weeks.

Do you wear rain boots? No, but I am mindful of the shoes I wear when I know it’s supposed to rain.

Do you wear socks or slippers when your feet get cold? First socks, then I add slippers only when my feet won’t stay warm without them.

Do you have a set of travel luggage? A matched set? No. My favorite travel piece is a Vera Bradley Miller bag.

What is your daily uniform? I guess the closest I get to a uniform is that I always wear pants. I love skirts but they don’t love me and I detest pantyhose – and anyone who goes without some sort of leg covering during a Midwestern winter needs to skip the head examination and go straight to the nuthouse. So, pants and a pastel- or jewel-toned top.

If you are married, did you wear a veil with your wedding dress? Well, I *was* married, and yes, I did wear a veil: a big, poufy, totally early-90’s number handmade by an Asian woman in Chicago.

Do you wear a watch? No. My cell phone is always nearby and there are clocks almost everywhere.

Do you prefer zippers or buttons? Wow, I never thought about it. Except for pants, I’d rather have neither.

What item of clothing always makes you feel extremely beautiful? Dunno about a specific item of clothing but I feel beautiful and sexy in tops with wide, cleavage-revealing (but not so low as to be vulgar) necklines and high heels.

So, how 'bout you? How extensive is your beauty routine? What makes you feel pretty?

Dear Daylight Savings Time

Dear Daylight Savings Time,

You get a bad rap. People hate you. They complain about losing an hour of sleep when you come back to town. They complain about how tired and sluggish they feel for days afterward.

I am not one of those people. I welcome you with wide-open arms. I gladly forfeit one short hour of sleep if it means I get to drive home with the sun on my face, and - more importantly - enjoy hours of daylight after a day of slaving for the man in my sunless cube.

Your arrival means that spring is here and that summer is not far behind. You are the harbinger of blue skies, blooming flowers, warm breezes, hot sunshine, birds singing, waving green grass, sandals, swimsuits, short sleeves, no outerwear. My frostbitten heart sings with joy when I the first whispers of your return.

So welcome back, DST! It’s nice to see you earlier than last year. I encourage you to hurry back sooner each year until you bump into that dastardly Fall-back Saturday and kick his miserable, lazy behind into next week. Or last year. Something like that.

Warmly,
Violet

Since I Been Gone *

Since the last time I wrote, I

...cried a million tears (Like I predicted, our story is not over. But it is on pause.)

...hosted a Superbowl party (The neighbors complained about the noise. College students. At 8:35 p.m. What is this world coming to?)

...flew to the East Coast and back (Don't get me started on baggage fees.)

...danced more than I have danced in years (I'm considering a new life as "that weird old lady who hangs out at the club and dances all by herself".)

...drank some whisky (My life doesn't have enough whisky in it.)

...spent the night in the Minneapolis airport (Why does the tram announcement voice have a British accent?)

...hosted an Academy Awards party (Girls only. We ate, we gossiped, we critiqued the dresses. It was fantastic.)

...lost four pounds (Funny how that happens when one starts paying attention to what and how much one puts in one's mouth.)

Life is good.



*bastardization of Kelly Clarkson's Since You Been Gone