In 1991, the spring of my freshman year of college, I had a memorable encounter with onion rings and baby back ribs. I was thrilled to be asked out on dates with guys in college, as this dating thing was a new experience for me. I was invited to dinner by this guy that I had become acquainted with at school. He was a nice guy and I was happy that he wanted to take me out. When he picked me up he said he wanted to take me to Tony Roma’s (a Ribs Restaurant) because it was his favorite. I had never been there and actually I had never had ribs. I had tasted a bite of my dad’s before, but I had certainly never ordered them at a restaurant. I’m not really a ribs kinda gal.
The restaurant is a sit-down, glassware and cloth napkin kind of an establishment. My date said, “You have to order ribs. It’s my treat and I insist!” As I looked at the menu I became a little overwhelmed with the rib options. I told him I didn’t know what kind to order and he advised me to order the baby back ribs. I followed his suggestion. He also said that we must order an onion ring loaf to share.
I agreed. I had experience with onion ring eating.
The onion loaf came as an appetizer and it was delicious.
Crispy and thin, salty and savory. I dug in!
Then the ribs came.
I realized that this is not the most polite, lovely, feminine food to eat and that I didn’t quite know what I was doing. So, I just watched him eat his first rib, and I tried to replicate his technique. This went okay. I certainly was making a mess of my face and hands, but really enjoying the meal. (I am already a pretty messy eater and use a lot of napkins).
I couldn’t tell you a thing we talked about, for I was too focused on eating the ribs correctly and not embarrassing myself. It began to dawn on me that I better speed up my eating because there was a good chance that he would finish his food before me (as men often do) and then he would WATCH me eat the rest of my ribs. My parents diligently taught me to not waste food, and therefore I felt like it was appropriate to clean my plate – especially when someone else was paying for it.
Oh no! In my fear of being watched while eating this very messy meal, I had overdone it and had beaten his time on cleaning his plate. He replied with a jolly and a little surprised reaction, “Wow! I would say you liked your meal!?” I grinned and said, “Yes! I did. I might have paced myself a little wrong in my attempt to keep up with you! (nervous laughter…awkward smile…)”
Interestingly (and perhaps not so surprising) he never asked me out again. I don’t think we were each other’s type anyway. And I have actually never ordered ribs again.
However, I have eaten many, many onion rings since then. I really, really like them.
I have never, though, made onion rings. I think I was intimidated by them as I don’t have a deep fryer and don’t like to make fried food at home, and I couldn’t imagine they would be any good baked. But now I know it’s possible!
Crispy Baked Onion Rings
borrowed from Everyday Food
1 large sweet onion (like Vidalia) thinly sliced into circles, separated into rings
1 1/2 cups cornflakes
1/2 cup plain dried breadcrumbs
1 large egg
1/2 cup low-fat buttermilk
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
1/8 tsp. cayenne pepper
coarse salt and pepper
2 Tbsp olive oil
Preheat oven to 450˚. In a food processor, pulse cornflakes and breadcrumbs until fine crumbs form, then transfer to a medium bowl. In another medium bowl, whisk together egg, buttermilk, flour, and cayenne and season with salt and pepper.
|dipped in ketchup – served with a turkey burger|