"What do you think of when I say 'France'?" I queried. I have never heard them answer in such unison before: "Pastries!" they hollered.
Oh, brother! I suggested quiche. No. Coq au vin. Nope. We all agreed on French Onion Soup.
pink Himalaya salt
bread, sliced (I used some day-old ciabatta)
Divide soup among bowl, then float a cheesy croûte in each.