“Ben Stark laughed. ‘As I feared. Ah, well. I believe I was younger than you the first time I got truly and sincerely drunk.’ He snagged a roasted onion, dripping brown with gravy, from a nearby trencher and bit into it. It crunched.” -A Game of Thrones
You have been riding for hours through the snow-swept Wolfswood. The black strip of cloth you wrap around your mouth and nose has frozen almost rigid from the moisture in your breath, but you are finally home. You pass through the outer gate of a stone keep to a world alive with the sounds of the practice yard, and the smells of horses and cookfires, smoky in the icy air. A few minutes later you are in the castle mess hall, dipping fresh bread in warm rich gravy- salty and delicious. Sweet pearl onions burst in your mouth- and you wash them down with dark ale. As you hungrily devour the warm bread and rich ale, the gravy, the sweet onions, you feel certain that no one, not even the high lords with their haunches of fresh meat, has ever enjoyed a meal more.
That is what it is like to eat this dish.
However, as delicious as this recipe proves to be, it would be at its best when paired with something. Bread and sharp cheeses, roasted meat, or turnips swimming in butter would all suit admirably.
(Guest review by Fire Pony)
Recipe available in the Cookbook!