Waiting for the onion

No, not _The_ Onion, capitalized and italicized and all. Wife has decided that the weather and the introduction of foreign (I.E. New York City) germs into the household calls for a dose of broad-spectrum antibiotic. Onion soup, you get the active ingredients of both onions and chicken soup... But the production takes a while. And the house smells good LONG before you get to partake.

(No, I didn't have anything more interesting to post today. Other than the arrival of an advertising circular addressed to my father, who died nearly 30 years ago and never lived at this address.)