The snowstorm was good for two heave-ho bouts of shoveling — driveway, front walk and steps, the sidewalk around two sides of a big lot. When you work like that, you don’t really feel hungry immediately. It hits you after the nap.
I was almost going to punt and poke around in the freezer, seeing as it was just me, but then I remembered Lucullus — the Roman scholar, soldier, statesman and epicure — and felt abashed. Anyway, when do I get the chance on some random night to roll up my sleeves and cook?
This came out of the French Culinary Institute’s Salute to Healthy Cooking. I don’t recall any other onion soup that has you simmer the onions in a cup of port.
“…the tale runs that his steward, hearing that he would have no guests for dinner, served only one not especially impressive course. Lucullus reprimanded him saying, ‘What, did not you know, then, that today Lucullus dines with Lucullus?’ ”
It should be cool enough to eat now.