Cauliflower gratin (from an old Bon Appetit mag, and just so-so); onion roasted sweet potatoes; french onion soup.
French onion soup always takes me back to Au Pied de Cochon, which is, I think, where we ate dinner one very late night on my first trip to Paris (do you remember, Laura? do I remember it right?), so late that the restaurant was closing, there was only us and a table of business men in suits, who were eyeing us wryly, a group of giggly American girls (and mothers)in long skirts, sipping our French onion soup. It was delicious.
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My first revelatory experience of French Onion soup was the Hyatt Hotel in Knoxville. I much prefer yours. That was a great night! Au Pied, that is. I have a picture of all of us laughing at the table. It's one of my favorites.
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