Imagine my
surprise when I Googled the question “Why is French Onion Dip called French
Onion Dip” and discovered that other people with too much free time on their
hands also searched the internet for an answer to this deep existential
question—and had actually received answers. Some answers attributed the name of
the dip to its being made from French
Onion Soup mix. Others attributed
the name to the soup mix which derived its name from a soup made with French
bread. One answer even stated that the
dip was invented in France! If that were the case, then like Champagne, only
dip made in France ought to bear the moniker French Onion Dip. Se la vie.
Then I began wondering why, immediately after the
American 2003 invasion of Iraq, Bob Ney had not sought to rename this delicious
dip Freedom Dip and introduced
legislation to replace the bag of French fries and tub of French Onion Dip held up, lofty and high by the right arm of the
Statue of Liberty, with a torch of freedom. If political and diplomatic hindsight can
teach us anything, perhaps it has taught us the proper response after the 2003
Invasion of Iraq would have been to rename this delicious dipping concoction I Told You So Dip. Then, every time we
dipped a chip in this delicious mixture, we would immediately be reminded of
how right the French were and how wrong we were.
Seriously,
though, what is so French about this dip?
Is it the onions that are French, or the dip itself? Would a similar dip made in Georgia from
local onions qualify as Vidalia Onion Dip
even if it contained some variant of onion other than Vidalia? Do onions even grow in France and if they do,
are they any good? Alas, I am at a lost
for an answer. Even Jean-Paul Sartre has been purported to have said:
“Everything has been figured out, except why French Onion Dip is named
what it is”.
After a while I began wondering about
the potential cultural significance of French Onion Dip. What if Marie Antoinette had opined
“Let them eat chips dipped in French Onion Dip”? What if American beatniks had
been identified by their gathering in coffee houses around bowls of chips,
dipping them in French Onion Dip,
rather than their wearing French berets? What if Che Guevara’s revolutionary
idea had been to provide every Argentine a bag of chips and a tub of French Onion Dip? What if Bob Marley had sung about the
pleasures of eating chips dipped in French
Onion Dip rather than smoking ganja?
May I have some more chips and French Onion Dip please?
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