It is neither socially acceptable nor the basis for a well balanced diet to only eat caramelized onions. Now, I incorporate them in tarts, pizzas, and anything else I can shove 'em in. When I'm feeling fancy I pick up a bottle of red (maybe a bottle of white?) and a baguette and make myself a big pot of french onion soup. I've even shared my recipe with you on the blog. Any time I am dreaming up a recipe or am inspired by something I see or read, there is always a little voice in the back of my head asking "Can this be made better with caramelized onions?"
Last Sunday was no different. I woke up feeling like I could take on the world and wanted to run every single errand before noon so I could cook all afternoon. I biked down to my favorite Trader Joe's (to be replaced by the U street TJ's in March!), picked up what I couldn't get there at two other places, and got home in time to force Lisa to go to breakfast with me at our favorite French Bakery. The just-baked baguettes were calling to me, begging to for some french onion… jam?
Yes, french onion jam! I did everything I would do to start a french onion soup from cooking the onions low and slow for almost two hours (patience is a virtue), deglazing with red wine, simmering with a little bit of stock to get the flavor of long-cooked soup, and reducing to make the most luscious onion jam I've ever had in my life. This whole process will take you about 1 1/2 to 2 hours, but I refuse to give you exact times. Keep the heat low, stay semi-close to the stove (I would check every 5-10 minutes), and trust your gut!
I used the jam in a sort of reconstructed french onion soup sandwich. Sections of baguette were sliced for sandwiches, slathered with the jam while still hot, covered with thinly sliced gruyere cheese, and topped with a little bit of a baby arugula lettuce mix for some bite. It could also work at a crostini for a party, like I tried below. For an extra special touch, you could throw it under the broiler like you do the soup to get the cheese nice and bubbly.
It was a fun and lazy Sunday cooking project that left an almost full bottle wine to be enjoyed with the French Onion Jam sandwiches. And I am not ashamed to admit that I ate the jam on almost everything for the rest of the week. Judge me.

