French onion soup. Even typing the words makes my mouth water, though that may have something to do with the fact that I haven't eaten for about fourteen hours. Still, it's an amazing dish. I'd never had homemade French onion soup until Beth made it for me early on in our relationship. I'd only had it at restaurants, and most of that at Shallo's on the south side of Indianapolis. I'd swing by after work in the winter and enjoy a stout and a bowl of French onion soup before the kitchen closed. It was enjoyable for sure, but I'm of the opinion that in addition to the depth of flavor you get with homemade soup, nothing quite compares to your whole house smelling like caramelized onions for the rest of the day.
