I spend almost every Christmas Eve with my brothers at the older bro's best bud's house, where there's fooooood. (And where I end up sleeping on the floor or the couch while watching crap tv.) Tomorrow's cooking is gonna be done by my sorta-godbrother, who's a chef. A good one, at that. Every year, I bring cheese and brownies and ice cream. To guarantee there's something I'll like, ha ha. This year, I decided to make caramelized onions to top some brie with.
I couldn't find my lab goggles to use while slicing onions, so I wore a big pair of sunglasses. It sorta works. LOL. I need to buy a mandoline. I can't slice evenly enough for my liking. The onions got soft within half an hour, but the damn things spent the next two hours refusing to brown. Then boom, goop. It took 4 hours to reduce that pot of onion to like, a BOWL of tasty. Sheesh.
I made a salad while waiting for the caramelized onions to finish...caramelizing. A tomato exploded over my laptop when I bit into it. Note to self, cherry tomatoes should be sliced first/use other tomatoes.