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Irish Onion Soup -- The January Kind, Warm and Unchanged

January 2020. New year. I am twenty-one years old and I am in the second semester of my junior year at UAB and I have a fellowship application pending and a second research paper nearly ready to submit and a cat who has recently discovered that she can push things off the kitchen counter if she does it slowly enough to claim plausible deniability.

Made soup every day for the first two weeks of January because January is a soup month, full stop. Chicken noodle, lentil with lemon and cumin, black bean with smoked paprika, minestrone with whatever vegetables needed using. Each one was different and each one was right for its day. Priya said: you have a soup for every mood. I said: I have a soup for every weather. She said: that is the same thing in January. Yes. That is exactly right.

Sunday at Gloria and James was the first of the new year and it felt like it always does, which is: unchanged. The kitchen is the same kitchen. The light through the windows is January light. James told a story about something that happened in 1975 that I had not heard before. Gloria made pot roast. I helped with the biscuits. Everything was in its right place. Starting a new year means different things depending on your history with new years. Mine have been variable. This one started at that table and so it started right.

Gloria’s pot roast is something I will never replicate, and I know better than to try—but that Sunday sent me home with a specific hunger for something slow and warm and unfussy, the kind of thing that fills a kitchen with smell before it fills a bowl. Irish Onion Soup has been my answer to that particular feeling ever since: you start it early, you let the onions take their time, and by the time it’s done the whole apartment feels like somewhere worth being on a cold night. It’s a soup for January in the same way that pot roast is a meal for Sunday—not because the calendar demands it, but because some things just land where they belong.

Irish Onion Soup

Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 1 hr | Total Time: 1 hr 15 min | Servings: 4

Ingredients

  • 4 large yellow onions, halved and thinly sliced
  • 3 tablespoons unsalted butter
  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
  • 3 cloves garlic, minced
  • 1/4 cup Irish whiskey
  • 4 cups beef broth
  • 1 cup water
  • 1 teaspoon fresh thyme leaves (or 1/2 teaspoon dried)
  • 1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
  • Salt and black pepper to taste
  • 4 thick slices crusty sourdough or Irish soda bread
  • 1 1/2 cups shredded Gruyère or Swiss cheese

Instructions

  1. Caramelize the onions. Melt butter with olive oil in a large heavy-bottomed pot or Dutch oven over medium heat. Add sliced onions and a pinch of salt. Cook, stirring occasionally, for 35–45 minutes until deeply golden and caramelized. Reduce heat if they begin to scorch.
  2. Add garlic. Stir in the minced garlic and cook for 1 minute until fragrant.
  3. Deglaze with whiskey. Pour in the Irish whiskey and stir, scraping up any browned bits from the bottom of the pot. Let cook for 2 minutes until the alcohol cooks off.
  4. Build the broth. Add the beef broth, water, thyme, and Worcestershire sauce. Bring to a gentle boil, then reduce heat and simmer uncovered for 20 minutes. Taste and adjust salt and pepper.
  5. Prepare the bread. While the soup simmers, arrange bread slices on a baking sheet and toast under the broiler for 1–2 minutes per side until lightly crisped.
  6. Assemble and broil. Ladle soup into oven-safe bowls set on a rimmed baking sheet. Float a slice of toasted bread on top of each bowl and cover generously with shredded cheese. Broil on the top rack for 3–5 minutes until the cheese is melted, bubbling, and golden in spots. Watch closely.
  7. Serve immediately. Bowls will be very hot—use a kitchen towel when handling. Serve as-is; this soup needs nothing else.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 340 | Protein: 15g | Fat: 18g | Carbs: 27g | Fiber: 3g | Sodium: 860mg

Savannah Clarke
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Savannah Clarke
Week 189 of Savannah’s 30-year story · Prattville, Alabama
Savannah is twenty-seven, engaged, and a daycare worker in Prattville, Alabama, who grew up in foster care and never had a kitchen to call her own until she was nineteen. She taught herself to cook from YouTube videos and church cookbooks, and now she makes fried chicken that would make your grandmother jealous. She writes for the girls who grew up like her — without a family recipe box, without a mama in the kitchen, without anyone to show them how. She's showing them now.

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