Onion Rings, According to Girl

Onion rings according to Girl: Simple pleasures. They were golden, round, crispy, salty, dripping with hot oil and melted in your mouth. I’m not sure where the recipe came from, we used large sweet onions, beaten eggs, flour, milk, salt and a small teaspoon of baking powder. The oil was hot, one of us (usually I was appointed this task) gently placed the rings, covered with the mix into the large cast iron frying pan. When they rose to the surface, Mike would turn them, and when they browned on the second side, he pulled the masterpiece from the bubbling oil and placed it on a paper towel. Taste testing as we moved through the tower of rings, we finally found ourselves sitting on the floor, watching Johnny Carson, the rings between us, ketchup bottle in hand and yes, we could finish that huge onion in one sitting.
 
 

We were not so much into cooking. As we fed each other onion rings, ketchup would cover our faces like an eager bride and groom jamming their pieces of frosting covered wedding cake in each other’s mouths.

There were, however, no guests, no cameramen, no flashbulbs, and no preachers. He didn’t have a tux and I didn’t have a wedding dress, so we got messy. Yes, Mike found it most interesting to kiss my ketchup covered face.

I wondered what Charlie thought of that. He was fourteen. The age when boys are starting to think about girls. Having "just married" Mike and Evie on the other side of that bedroom wall must have peaked a bit of his curiosity.

The bed would hit the wall, the rhythms and laughter would make a sailor blush. We spent those weekends as most newlyweds, enjoying the elixirs of our fresh new relationship, along with the onion rings.