cravings for me come out of no where - like driving down the road heading back from joseph & the technicolor dream coat play that your friend was in , dreaming about ice cold beer & onion rings.
i couldn't stop thinking about onion rings - crispy, chewy, crunchy.
yep. that would describe the perfect ring.
we had one onion ready (shout out to matt, this is one of your baby onions; it survived!) in the garden
justin was dying to pull it - he pretty much asked me everyday if & when he could
my original grand plan was to use all the onions grown for salsa - problem was this onion was massive, and was ready to be plucked from the earth
thus the baked onion ring was born