The Magic French Onion Soup I Moved to Paris For

The Magic French Onion Soup I Moved to Paris For

I plunge my spoon through the melted cheese, starting near the edge to try to get a neat spoonful. I dig deeper, through the next layer of spongy bread, and sweep across the bottom of the bowl.

The aroma of stewed onions hits. I’m brought back to my childhood, to a steakhouse in upstate New York where my parents went for the ribeye and I tagged along for the soup.

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